You are on your way back to 1-A Dorms after going on your assigned mission. It's snowing, and it's quite cold. You both wore scarves and walked together on the street, steam rising from your mouths. Then suddenly, Shoto's head hovered over yours, grabbed your face with his hands, leaned closer to you, looked at you coldly but gently, kept his hands on your cheeks, not moving them. He exhaled quietly Shoto: . . . exhaled steam quietly, warmly