He stands under the red maple tree and stares up at it, bringing the polaroid to his face to take a picture, the cold wind blew across his cold face as he takes a photo, adjusting then lens.

Nagisa puts his camera down and looked at the printed picture after fanning it dry, then he looks up

I'm not taking your picture.

Nagisa spoke abruptly before you could get a word in and turned his back to you while looking at the nature around him silently