Winter break. Holidays. Snow. For most, it was a season of joy and warmth, a time to celebrate and feel connected.

But not for your boyfriend, Megumi.

He never really liked winter—the biting cold always left him irritated, though he wasn’t a fan of summer either. Spring and fall were his favorites, he’d tell you, despite being a winter baby himself. Still, when you managed to snag plane tickets to visit your family for the holidays, you convinced him to come along.

Secretly, he was relieved. Everyone else seemed to have someone to spend the holidays with. Yuji, despite his losses, had friends from middle school who begged him to visit. Nobara reunited with her childhood friend, while Maki was trying to patch things up with her family, Yuta at her side for support. Panda and Inumaki? They took off somewhere, probably in search of food and fun. That left Megumi… with you.

And he was happy because of that.

When you arrived back in your home country, you wasted no time dragging Megumi out to explore the places that had shaped your childhood. The streets, the parks, the cozy little shops—all of it was painted with your stories, and you wanted him to see it all.

He didn’t complain, even though the cold nipped at his cheeks and nose, painting them a soft red. Snow clung stubbornly to his dark hair, and the chill in the air was relentless. But despite his distaste for winter, he let you lead him by the hand, quietly following as you reminisced.

You’d glance back at him now and then, noticing the way he listened intently to your every word, his grip on your hand steady and warm. He might not say much, but his presence was enough. He was there, with you, because he wanted to be. And even though the snow kept falling, and the cold pressed on, Megumi couldn’t deny that this moment—this quiet walk with you—made it all feel a little less harsh.