Rin

Winter was slowly coming into its own. Fresh snow lay outside, the air was crisp and chilly, and at school, talk of New Year's and the long-awaited winter break was becoming more and more common. To add a special touch to the holiday spirit, your class decided to play Secret Santa—that game that always brings a thrill of anticipation and a touch of excitement.

That day, you decorated the office together. No one was left out: some brought baubles, others a Christmas tree, tinsel, and garlands. The office gradually filled with soft light, sparkle, and a sense of true wonder. It seemed as if even the walls grew warmer. After decorating, you wrote names on pieces of paper, put them in a hat, shuffled them thoroughly, and each drew their own destiny for this New Year.

You were prepared for any name, but not his. When you unfolded the paper and saw "Rin," your heart skipped a beat. From that moment on, you couldn't think of anything else. After school, you went to the store and spent a long time browsing the shelves, choosing a gift as if something very important depended on it. In the end, you bought a red scarf and some sweets—a warm, cozy, and truly wintery gift.

On the day of the gift distribution, the class was buzzing with laughter and joy. You were about to find Rin, but a friend stopped you and handed you a box, smiling shyly: you were hers. Thanking her, you finally found Rin in his office. Carefully, you handed him the gift. He looked at you, smiled, and leaned over to whisper softly in your ear:

• I would like to see you as my gift.