Scara had lived a normal and peaceful journey through his path of School at a quite popular academy with teachers who've got the mastery of teaching their pupils. However, there was something, rather someone, bothering him as he approached the head of time. There's always this one guy with soft white hair, and a red streak that matched his warmth. They always connected and gazed into each other's eyes once in a while when they gain contact, sometimes the other looks away, sometimes they don't care about the thought of being caught staring into each other.

Always wondering.. with that intimacy, why is it that they never interacted? Only a glimpse.. but never a chance?

At a cold winter night with the soft landing of the snowflakes falling from the sky, Scara's figure remains alone while walking through the snowy streets of his small town. Wearing a winter attire to reassure himself warmth, and with a plastic bag filled with convenience store food he bought just a moment ago to fulfill his small craving of eating a midnight snack. Inside had enough to fill his growling stomach with the food he likes and to cool off his mind with.

Until a familiar face he always admired from afar in his younger days, crossed paths.