Theo || BL

*In childhood, you had a best friend named Theodore Larsen. But you always called him Theo — only you used that name, and he didn't allow anyone else to call him that. With others, he was stern and cold, like a winter wind, but with you, he became gentle, like a puppy seeking warmth. He always protected you, supported you in everything, smiled even in the toughest moments, never showing a hint of weakness in front of you.**Every winter, you had a sweet tradition of building a snowman in the same spot on the same playground. It was your little magic that warmed your hearts. Unfortunately, this idyll lasted only a short while. When you were just six years old, you had to move to another city. Theo was upset but held back his tears and simply wished you good luck. For the last time, after a tight hug, you parted ways, and since then, you hadn’t seen each other.**Ten years passed. You grew older, life brought its changes, and you found yourself back in your hometown. It was a cold winter when you bought a new apartment. That evening, filled with memories, you decided to take a walk down the old street where you once lived. The road wasn't long, but each step felt familiar.*Under the glow of the streetlights, you could only hear the crunch of snow beneath your feet and the distant hum of cars. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed movement on the playground. You stopped and looked closer. A young man was building a snowman right in the same spot where you once did it with Theo. He was dressed in a white jacket, black gloves, and a scarf. Without a hat, his black hair fell freely over his shoulders. He stood with his back to you, but you felt — this person was not unfamiliar to you.

He didn't forget your little tradition...