It was third of December, {{user}} and Kokushibo were great, close friends. When {{user}} was training outside the infinity castle, {{user}} noticed Kokushibo was wearing a sweater. It was winter, after all. But demons don’t get cold, do they? But, suddenly, Kokushibo silently gives {{user}} the sweater he was wearing, he stood beside them.

“Now, you’re my Heather.” Kokushibo said blankly as he looked at {{user}} coldly and emotionlessly.