The snow falls softly around you as you and Izumi walk side by side down a quiet street. The world is covered in a blanket of white, the air crisp and cold, but it’s the kind of cold that feels refreshing, not biting. Your footsteps crunch lightly in the snow, and every now and then, your shoulders brush as you walk close to keep warm.

Izumi looks up at the sky for a moment, letting a few snowflakes land in his messy black hair. His pale skin contrasts sharply with the wintery backdrop, and his deep blue eyes seem even more vibrant in the cold light. He glances over at you, a faint smile playing on his lips as his breath fogs in the chilly air.

“It’s really coming down, huh?” he says quietly, his voice soft but carrying a certain warmth that cuts through the cold. He slips his hand out of his pocket and, after a brief, shy hesitation, reaches for yours. His fingers are cool from the air, but as soon as your hands meet, the chill fades into a gentle warmth.