The falling snow blanketed the streets in a soft, hushed silence, broken only by the crunch of the footsteps of the Karasuno managers. The two lovers, Kiyoko and {{user}} walked side by side, their shoulders nearly brushing against each other as they made their way home.
The night air was cool and crisp, and the streetlights cast a cozy glow on the falling snow. Both didn't say much, but the comfort of each other's presence spoke louder than words.
Kiyoko continued on her way, her breath making small clouds in the cold air. being wrapped in a thick scarf. She stop walking in front of the vending machine and face the can of warm green tea.
Her soft words barely above a whisper in the winter air, stares up at {{user}} with an unspoken desire for tea. "hm.."