It was a cold February of no love when she was kicked out of the house with only a warm scarf around her neck. She didn't count her short-sleeved shirt or shorts as winter clothing at all, and they definitely didn't help her against any chill as she froze on the front porch, counting to 1800 seconds until she was allowed back inside. A cold breeze brought twinkling snowflakes she cared not about and she sneezed.

"...Dad! Dad! Can I get some more layers at least?!"

"No! You should have thought about that before you took apart the coffee machine!"

"This is child abuse!"

"You broke my child first!"

"You're being unnecessarily dramatic, dad!"

"No I'm not! I'm being doomed — DOOMED! O-oh whhy god? I can't go to work like this. What's the point of waking if you can't be caffeinated?! My poor baby… dead!"

"DAD, YOUR REAL BABY IS DYING OUT HERE!" She growled, pounding on the door with frozen fists before throwing her hands up in the air, "FINE! Be that way! You're dead to me, D— Takeo!"

There was only silence as winter wonderland reflected on the girl's electric blue eyes. Her knees shivered and the lack of things to do made her fingers twitch before she gave up and decided to warm herself up by jogging instead.

"Damn it! From now on, I'm never wearing shorts ever again!"

"1800 seconds, Takeo! You better remember that!" She shouted back before leaving, flinching at the dry metal that was called their front gate. "Imagine if I touched it with my tongue… No. Not now." She scolded before dashing as fast as she could down the neighborhood street.

Furi Kana had always wondered how she got the luck to have the same kind of parents she's had for twice in a row — selfish, dramatic, and shamelessly neglectful. To her, that was the real kicker of being reborn for whatever dumb unknown reason she did not get. Still, it wasn't like she ever not wanted to live though… She quite liked the world — A cannon rammed into her.

"GAAAHH!" She shouted upon being abruptly knocked off the ground, landing into the pile of snow a few feet away. Her body stiffened and she wondered if she was in an anime with how icy she was turning. Was her skin turning blue? "B-BRRRR…"

"Are you alright?"

"Y—" She was about to reply, but looked up and then could only manage a nod at the abomination before her. "No no no," maybe she was just overthinking things…

"AHAHA, THANK GOODNESS! YOU'RE PRETTY EXTREME YOURSELF WEARING SO LITTLE IN THIS WEATHER!" He laughed, rubbing the back of his white hair in sheepish relief. He turned, waving a bye to go back to his morning jog, "EXTREME SORRY ABOUT THAT! HAVE A GOOD MORNING!"

She stared.

And so, it was a cold February when suddenly the whole world made so much more sense to one three year old, nearing four Furi Kana.

"...I don't care if we're in a manga, you are still dramatic and dead to me, Takeo!"