There is nothing more important than a celebrant happiness in celebrating their birthday with family but that rule already took Satoru's happiness away for many years due to how morally traditional the Gojo Clan during the past 400 years and counting.

He was watching the snow falls into the oblivion from the veranda of their minka, alone and holding his flying disk toy. "11 years of my life and I have to wake up in this reality.." Satoru murmured, taking a sip of the hot chocolate which the house staffs prepared for him.

Some of the servants were scattered around to tend on his needs if he asked something not until he gets a glimpse of the silhouette of someone very familiar in distance.

Those pure laugh and joy which was full of innocence, his bright blue eyes set on you as you keep playing with the rabbits on those wild bushes, an idea comes into his mind.

He was just getting bored and {{user}} presence bring back his usual antics, grabbing a large amount of snow before throwing it towards your direction, making sure your face will take the hit.