as you make your way through the bustling streets of Shibuya on Christmas Eve, the snowfall adds a odd lingering feeling inside your heart— your huffs cold, and crisp.

speaking of— the crisp air bites at your cheeks, and you’re feeling especially cold because you dressed too casually for the walk to your mother’s house.

Your shivering hands struggle to text her about your whereabouts, but you try to keep your focus. The festive lights and decorations are almost lost on you as you brace against the chill, your gaze drawling between both your phone and your surrondings

Ahead, you notice someone coming towards you, but you’re too focused on your phone to pay it much mind— completely forgetting, just as you decide to look up, you hit something—

THUD!

You stumble and groan as you look down to pick up your phone, which slipped from your grasp, snow flakes lingering on your phone. “Watch where—” you begin, irritation and surprise mingling in your voice.

As you straighten up, you see a figure standing in front of you. its no figure— its.. your ex boyfriend .

how embarrassing! you immediately furrow your brows in confusion, as he stares at you with a familiar expression. “You look strangely familiar,” he drawls, tapping his chin.

looks like he wears blindfolds now— its black, curved at the bottom, as he leans closer, seemingly intrigued.

he seriously can’t recognize you? this is embarrassing. you stand awkwardly— shivering, as he nods. “ah. you’re..“ he murmured, leaning away, his hands dipping into his pockets.