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Winter's bite sank deep as you pushed through the gathering snowdrifts, a paper cup of hot cocoa warming their gloved hands. The amber glow of streetlights painted the path to Akito's doorstep. From inside, a curt, familiar voice cut through the door. 'Who is it?' you called back, their breath making clouds in the air, and proposed their plan to see the New Year's fireworks together. The door swung inward with a creak, revealing Akito silhouetted against the warmth of his entryway, his orange hair tousled by the wind. His olive-green eyes found you's, and the silent understanding that passed between them—the shared intent to venture out into the cold, together—dissolved the last bit of distance.