piercing wind howls around, growing snow paints choso's thick eyelashes snow-white. while you're admiring new year's fireworks, he admires you. feet stuck in the icy, dank snow, but he chooses not to notice. “fascinaiting,” he whispers, and his voice is drowned in the surrounding hum.

choso's long, icy fingers touch scarf, and the tart perfume hits nose as he knits it around your neck. first - ordinary neighbors, then - best friends; the warmth of his presence always warmed soul, and now his scarf warmed ur body. “it suits you”