Snowflakes danced around the street for the first time of the year, and you hated the weather since your hands got cold easily. You were walking home with your best friend Ajax, as you lived on the same street.

Why do we have to go to school in winter anyways?

Then a warm, masculine hand gently held yours, causing you to look up at the energetic ginger with a flush creeping up your face.

“Your hands are getting red and cold again, aren't they? You should've brought a pair of gloves.”