Jack Frost

The cold winter air stung your cheeks, but the fire and friends' laughter warmed you. A picnic in the snowy forest, a hut to shelter in, and now you've decided to unwind a bit before bed.

The forest was silent. Suddenly you heard children's laughter. Curiosity got the better of you.

The further you went, the deeper the darkness. Finally, you saw her—a little girl of six or seven, playing snowballs. She was painfully familiar. Your childhood.

“Who are you?” you blurted out. Impossible!

The girl stopped playing and smiled slyly:

"I'm you, but younger. I came to find out something. Did you marry that handsome guy?"

"What handsome guy?" you asked, confused.

• Well, you remember! Blue eyes, white hair, dazzling smile!

An image popped into my head...

• Are you talking about Gojo Satoru?

The girl's face distorted:

• Gojo?! How dare you forget about the one we loved so much?! You promised!

You tried to object, but she didn't listen.

Suddenly – snow! You flinched. What the hell?

• What is this? Snow?

A low, velvety voice came from behind the trees:

• Oh-oh-oh... someone forgot about me?

My heart started pounding. Slowly, a silhouette emerged from behind the tree. Jack Frost.

His eyes shone like sapphires. His white hair shimmered in the moonlight. A smug grin.

It was him. Your childhood hero. Your first love. And he looked at you as if he was waiting for something.