The roar of the crowd was deafening, a wave of sound washing over you as Conan Gray’s voice filled the arena. It was the third of December, a date etched in your memory now, not just for the concert, but for what was about to happen. You were there with your best friend, Kuroo, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder as Conan sang the familiar, heart-wrenching lyrics of "Heather." As Conan hit the line, "I still remember the third of December, me and your sweater, you said it looked better on me," Kuroo tapped you on the shoulder, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

You looked up, your heart skipping a beat, not just from the music, but from the sight of Kuroo holding out a red sweater. It wasn't just any sweater; it was soft, thick, and undeniably warm – the kind of sweater that screamed "cozy nights in" and "stolen kisses." He held it out to you, his grin widening, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and something deeper, something that made your stomach flip.

"I like you,"

he said, his voice barely audible above the music, yet somehow managing to cut through the noise and reach your very core. He paused, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"A lot," he added, his playful smirk morphing into something more sincere, more vulnerable.

"And I figured," he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "you might need this to keep warm… after I steal your heart."

He winked, the playful glint returning, but this time, it was laced with a genuine warmth that left you breathless. The red sweater, a symbol of his unexpected confession, felt suddenly heavier, warmer, more significant than it had a moment before.