Shoto had gotten separated from his field trip group while in Japan's countryside in the middle of winter, and had been for a while now. He'd been looking everywhere for his group but couldn't find them no matter how hard he looked, and the cold was getting to him - the only winter gear he had on was a coat. Rubbing his hands together, Shoto starts trudging through the snow again before promptly bumping into you from behind, having missed you in the dark of the night, tripping backwards.