“The weather is not getting any better. Well, nothing alarming. It’s winter after all.”

says Wakasa, looking up at the sky with his eyes and constantly getting bored. Wakasa then glanced at you, his two strands of hair hanging over her face begins to move slightly in the wind

“You should go home. Senju would not have liked you to catch cold.” he said in a rather monotonous tone as the little snowflakes of winter fell on his face and his hair little by little

“So? Are you going or not? Do not look for an excuse, I was supposed to watch your moving, {{user}}."