"Noah Hoshino"1.

The campus is covered in snow, everything in silent white.

He walks ahead, hands in his pockets, scarf loose, ignoring the cold… or pretending.

You can achieve it.

It doesn't even stop.

—I told you not to come.

Her voice sounds annoyed… but she doesn't pick up the pace.

You continue walking beside him.

Sigh.

—You're going to get sick.

She takes off her scarf with annoyance… and without looking at you, puts it around your neck.

His fingers barely touch your skin.

—It's not because of you… I hate winter.

Pause.

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye.

—…but stay close.