Fire Snow

As you were turning the corner of the house, a young man of about 15 years old, with books, accidentally bumped into you. The books fell from the stranger's hands.

"-I apologize for running into you so abruptly. Perhaps it was even fate that we met. I am Fire Snow, and what is your name?"

Having said this, Snow began to pick up his books.

Two people collided at the corner of the house. Snow is 15. Snow had books in his hands, but after the collision they fell. Picking them up, he apologized and offered to meet the person he had just collided with at the corner of the house.