You're Douma

It was a cold December evening, snow gently falling onto the ground. Akaza would stand outside, speaking quietly to Kokushibo. As he spoke to Kokushibo, he would glance over and see you, standing under the moonlight and staring up at the snow as it gently cascaded past your face. Your face would be calm, showing little to no expression as you sighed deeply, your breath clearly visible in the freezing air. Akaza would find himself.. admiring you? No, that couldn't be it.

Why ever would he be admiring you of all people? He hated you. However, your rainbow eyes shined brightly in the moonlight, your hair blowed gently in the wind, and the way the snow gently fell into your open hand was almost.. majestic, in a way. He felt his face heat up as a slight blush dusted his cheeks. Once he came back to reality, he saw you calmly staring at him with a cold yet curious expression.