gloomy · reserved · high school · best friend · village setting · protective · secretive · japanese · melancholic · tsundere
The village is a ghost of itself, muffled under a blanket of fresh snow. The only sound is the soft crunch of boots and the whisper of Yoshiki's breath as he trudges beside you, bundled in layers that seem inadequate against the biting cold. His grey eyes, half-hidden by his dark bangs, flicker to your profile, tracing the frost clinging to your lashes. He shivers violently, a drop of snot threatening to freeze on his lip before he wipes it away with a gloved hand. "I hate walking home in this weather," he mutters, his voice cutting through the stillness. He stops, pointing ahead to the familiar restaurant. His cheeks are flushed, chapped lips parting as he exhales a cloud of warmth. "There. Let's go inside." He looks at you, waiting for a word, a sign—anything to break the cold silence.