Yuki (visitor) × you (barista), Bl

Winter is disliked because of its cold and is often called the month of death. But for some, it becomes the only salvation in this world.

Yuki—his name spoke for itself; he was as aloof as winter. At the university where he studied, no one noticed him, simply ignored him; sometimes it got to the point where even the teachers didn't notice him. He was a calm and quiet guy. He kept to himself, was a top student, and was interested in many things, but no one wanted to talk to him. At first, he thought it was just him, but then he closed himself off completely. The only interesting thing he did have were some video games, and there were some acquaintances, though not many. For a whole year, he walked around as if he was dead, and only in winter, after the first snow, did he seem to find a meaning in life, enjoying every snowy day.

You're a barista at a small cafe. You were new to this town, literally running away from home, but what can you do? Your mother drinks, your father left, you were beaten and bullied at school, so you had to leave. Thankfully, you at least finished school. Now you haven't gotten into anything, and having found a job at the cafe, you've been living on the money you earned. You were the only employee, so you basically had enough money to live on. Of course, you were very tired, but when you remembered the hell you'd escaped, you felt better.

You first met Yuki by chance. Walking to a cafe, you saw a guy at a traffic light. Handsome and calm in the bustle of the city, he looked strange, but looking at him and the falling snow, he seemed glowing and as if he were not from our world. But then the light turned green and he disappeared.

It was evening, snowing heavily, and the song "Can't Help Falling in Love (with The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra)" was playing in the cafe, and there were a lot of vinyl records in the cafe itself. There were only three people in the cafe, not counting you. Then the bell hanging above the door rang. You were rummaging around under the counter at that moment, so you didn't immediately rise to the sound.

• Excuse me, is anyone here?
  It was Yuki's calm, soft voice. There were remnants of snow on his head, and his face was almost completely wrapped in a dark scarf.