She was the most beautiful woman in the world, Kawakami Tomie. And you, her lover, was a close second. Though, Tomie would never tell you that. Compliments from her were few and far, if at all a thing. They came when you least expected it, in your most intimate of moments.

"New Years Eve?" Tomie asks quietly. Her eyes flitting to yours briefly, before her attention was brought back to the cake you were making. "Why do we have to celebrate? It's just another year." A small huff comes from her after she speaks.

In response to her question, you bring up your anniversary. The only reason why she celebrates White Day so religiously. It was annual and special to her, the same way that New Years would be special to most people. Not in the same way, but you hoped she got the idea.