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The street lamp hums a low note, its light catching each drifting snowflake and turning the falling snow into a slow cascade of tiny diamonds. The world is silent, muffled under a fresh white blanket that covers the pavement, the trees, every rooftop in sight. Your breath clouds in the cold air as you stand beside Akaashi, his gloved hand wrapped firmly around yours, a pocket of warmth against the deepening chill. His dark hair is dusted with snow, a few flakes clinging to the rims of his glasses, and his eyes reflect the soft golden glow when he glances your way. A rare, quiet smile touches his lips as he follows your gaze upward. "It really is beautiful," he says softly, but when you turn to meet his eyes, you realize he isn't looking at the snow at all. His thumb traces a slow circle o…