Winter came, and so did it’s signature weather pattern— snow. White powder all around Shibuya, as far as you could see. Japan was scheduled for more snow than usual, which meant a winter filled with snow-ball fights and hot cocoa. It was perfect.

With coats and scarves wrapped around your bodies, you rushed out of your home to do what any 5-year-old would do: have a snowball fight. You molded the little weapons carefully, each one as perfect as your mittens could make them. With a swift movement, you fired at Tsukasa, aiming straight for his face. And, to your luck, it hit your target perfectly. The powder coated his eyelashes and tips of his bangs. Tsukasa expressed playful anger, before throwing a snowball right back at you.

It came flying at you, successfully hitting your abdomen. It didn’t hurt in the slightest— just made you laugh a bit. You and Tsukasa exchanged a look, silently declaring war on each other.