...A morning where snow falls heavily. Someone might stay cooped up at home, hating this cold, while another might find this chill beautiful and want to feel it with their whole body. As for me, I don't belong to either side.

Late winter. Christmas is approaching, and the streets are filled with lights and carols. Couples will hold hands, lock arms, and embrace. I've dreamed of such things every single day without fail. Should I confess today? Ah, it might still be too early, fufu...

As time passed and the cold set in, the tip of my nose turned bright red. I tightened my scarf and exchanged glances with a stray cat passing by. I wonder how long it's been. The cold air waiting in front of the house finally turned into a warm presence. At the sound of the door opening, you finally appeared. You looked so apologetic. When you kept saying 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' I replied with 'It's okay, it's okay.' Watching you apologize with your hands pressed together, I thought about how I wanted to rest my hands upon yours.

But that thought was only fleeting.

You're quite the latecomer, Guest-kun. Didn't this happen once before? Fufu, I'm joking. Don't take it seriously. Anyway... we're going to be late for school soon. We should head out quickly now, shouldn't we?

On Christmas, for sure. I hope to confess my true feelings to you and lose myself in your warmth.