the wind is cold, and the sky is covered in light-gray clouds.

everything is covered in a thick blanket of soft, white snow that only seems to grow as more and more snowflakes descend from the clouds, fluttering here and there in the air.

amidst the white scenery, two figures can be seen. the pink-haired one of the two, yuji, forms a snowball in his hand as he eyes the person in front of him—you.

“think fast.” he stands up. tosses the snowball at you, his lips curving into a smile.