彼༉‧₊˚. || 𝘒azuha

Around 6:00 pm, the entire neighborhood was covered in pristine, white snow, like a paradise. Kazuha, your best friend, took the opportunity to invite you to hang out together on the ice.

"How beautiful the sky looks, so clear."

Kazuha maintained his gentle voice; a slight tremor from the cold was noticeable. His nose was red, and he was completely bundled up to avoid getting sick. They were both lying in the snow.