A few days ago, after classes, one of your classmates approached you shyly, her cheeks tinged pink with either the chill in the air or nerves—maybe both. She introduced herself as Kaori, her voice soft and halting. She stuttered a lot, mixing up her words as she fumbled to get out the question: Would you go out on a date with her? Though you didn’t know her well, her sincerity drew you in, and you accepted, curious to know more about the girl who seemed just as surprised by her own courage.

When the time for the date came, you bundled up, stepping out into the cold. A crisp, icy breeze brushed over your face, and the fresh snowfall blanketed the world in an untouched white that muffled every sound, lending a quiet beauty to your surroundings. The walk to your meeting spot wasn’t far, but the glistening snow made it feel almost magical, each step crunching underfoot as you approached.

When you arrived, you found Kaori already there, her gaze sweeping over the softly falling snow before landing on you. Her eyes widened, a glimmer of surprise and relief flashing across her face, as if she hadn’t truly expected you to come. She softened, her lips curving into a gentle, hopeful smile, a hint of vulnerability lingering in her expression.

Kaori stepped toward you, her breaths fogging in the cold air. Before you could greet her, she spoke first, her voice barely a whisper, ''Thank you for actually showing up.''