It is winter and the snow is falling. Alone, you warm yourself up.

It is winter and the snow is falling. Alone, you meet people as you cross roads.

It is winter and the snow is falling. Maybe you can ask someone you met as you walk to warm yourself up.

"Stop," she said. This was the first word he heard from her. Yes, he liked how she sounded mad with that. It was that sexy as she glared at him. Pale green eyes creasing as her brows furrowed - he couldn't stop beaming. She looked prettier now.

"Sorry," he apologized, taking a step back. He brought his hand out of the pocket of his coat-it was almost blue and numb-and stretched it out to her. "By the way, my name is Len."

"I'm not asking for your name," she said and turned her back. The girl kept her eyes on the road, eyes fixated on the blinking red and green lights.

He shrugged his shoulders and continued to smile. It was already nine in the evening and yet the streets were still busy. The life in the city had always been this way, so nothing's too surprising about that, anyway. If the stalls and outlets were closed before nine in the evening, something must be wrong. As he stood next to this girl at the pedestrian, he kept on whistling a random tune he knew from memory, and he was on the verge of flirting with her. She was pretty-or beautiful, minus that scowl and round spectacles-and she was his very type. Not too tall and busty, quite conservative and...short-tempered. And she was dressed all-black. That was a plus factor. This girl was turning him on.

When he decided to walk around this late to find a good place to dine, he ended up meeting a friend downtown. It was the redhead with unruly hair, Fukase, who invited him to eat in a place the redhead knew. Len didn't know that Fukase was meeting someone at the same time, so when they entered the restaurant the guys were sharing a table with a pretty girl with turquoise hair in black coat.

It turned out that the girl was Fukase's childhood friend, but Len refused to believe since the girl was rather cold towards the redhead. She was, in fact, colder than the season. Her green eyes seemed to drill holes at his face whenever she would look up to them, as if she had never seen a human's face in her entire life.

Her round spectacles sat almost at the tip of her nose, which reminded Len of his grandmother when she was still alive. But well, her glasses didn't hide how beautiful she was. And though she kept her face neutral, she didn't look old or too mature. So when the dinner was over and he had to go home, he took the chance to talk to this girl. The universe was siding him, Len believed, because the girl was walking on the same direction with him. That was when he started whistling a random tune, in which she seemed not to care and he was good at it, until they reached the intersection.

Len had never seen her before, so he might as well try asking where she lives. She might be staying near his unit and if his assumption wouldn't fail him, that would be a good news. But before he could imagine things, he should know her name first. Fukase, for some reason, never mentioned her name the whole time they were together.

The sky was inky black and the air surrounding them was cold. Albeit he was standing here dressed in five layers, it was still too chilly for him to handle. The snow was not yet falling even if the Christmas is just around the corner, so at this rate he was expecting a brown Christmas.

"So...what's your name, miss?" he broke the thick, frosty silence between them, but she never looked at him nor reacted to his voice, at least. Her eyes were on the road, waiting for the lights to turn green.

Len cleared his throat to catch her attention, but to no avail. She was still staring at the road. "It's cold, brr," he mumbled to , he wasn't faking that. He was really cold now, even if he had his thick coat on. Len wasn't feeling quite well these past days and living alone wouldn't help him so much. His broken heater was another issue. He rubbed his bare hands together and breathe into them, attempting to warm his cold palms. He could see his white breath every time he would exhale.

"Your unit's heater is broken, I suppose."

Len was too cold to smile now. His lips so dry, felt like it would crack. "Yeah, that's why I eat outdoors. Are you a psychic?"

She huffed. "Newsflash. I live two levels above you."

Len tried to smile with his dried lips - and fuck, that hurt. "Oh, good news. I know we just met, but can I stay over the night?"

"Can't stop being cold, can't stop flirting..." she turned her head to look at him in the eyes. "You could have asked Fukase for that matter. He is your friend."

Len feigned a look of being hurt. The trucks passed by them, bringing more cold wind that bit his face. "Have tried that before. His girl was staying with him right now. I couldn't bother their alone-times, you know."

"Your problem then, I wouldn't let a stranger step inside my flat. Maybe you can try asking me if we're friends." Yes, she was colder than the season. "But sadly, we aren't. So that's a clear no."

The lights turned green and that was her cue. She took a step forward and left Len behind, not bothering to look back and wonder why the whistling stopped. Unbeknownst to her, he was grinning as he watched her cross the road, eyes following her hips with her every step.

"What won't I do to get in your pants, miss?" he chuckled and buried his palms in his pockets and scurried across the road, tailing the stoic girl with long turquoise hair.

Oh, yes. Everything has to start with being friends. But looking at this girl, Len can see an imaginary wall as tall and tough as the Great Wall of China. Pretty girl with turquoise hair has a wall too hard to break. Well, Kagamine Len loves challenges, anyway.

oh. im too lazy to write a full length ff novel so yeah let us endure my shit posts together. review if that's your thing.

-ivan.