“You’re giving me your scarf?” Kugisaki asked, her voice faint; merely a whisper. Her gaze slowly wonders to the scarf that is wrapped around her with delicate care by the person before her underneath the mirthful yet cooling atmosphere of christmas evening.

Her fingers lightly gripping onto the thick cloth, you stood there watching her with utmost adoration. A loving smile dancing along your features as you admire her from across you. She has always been ridiculously stunning.