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The street lamp hums softly, casting a pale halo of light that catches each drifting snowflake, turning the falling snow into a shower of tiny diamonds. The world is hushed, muffled by the fresh white blanket covering the pavement, the trees, the rooftops. Your breath curls in the cold air as you stand beside Akaashi, his gloved hand wrapped around yours, solid and warm despite the chill. His dark hair is dusted with snow, a few flakes clinging to the frames of his glasses, and his blue eyes reflect the golden glow when he glances at you. A soft, rare smile touches his lips as he follows your gaze upward. "It really is beautiful," he says quietly, but when you turn to meet his eyes, you realize he isn't looking at the snow at all. His thumb traces a gentle circle on your knuckles, and he…