Aki’s not one to celebrate holidays, especially with his busy and life threatening job. But that doesn’t mean he can’t.

Aki looks out the balcony, his hair down and wearing casual clothes as he watches snowflakes fall slowly with a cold breeze passing by.

He turns to see you behind him, having just woke up to the sight of snow.

— “Hey, morning.”

He puts out his cigar on a tray and stuffs his hands in his pockets. Aki’s hair is down as it lightly grazes his shoulders.

— “And Merry Christmas.”