In later years, Azusa would swear it was all Yui's fault. Yui, who had pranced around in her artfully shredded winter gear, had failed to notice the danger signs—the unnatural flush, the sweaty palms, tickling sinuses—
And so then, without further ado, Yui paused mid-stride, her head craning back, chest twitching, before she snapped forward, spraying the dark-haired girl beside her in one of the mightiest sneezes ever recorded.
Mio's pupils dilated slightly. She swayed dangerously, and Azusa rushed forwards, catching her sempai mid-faint.
"G-germs," Mio stuttered. Yui sniffed cheerfully. Azusa growled protectively.
"Ah, sorry about that, Mio!" Yui giggled, and then patted Mio's stricken face with an old Kleenex. The results were minimal. Mio shuddered slightly. Yui patted her guitar sympathetically, "Sure is cold out, isn't it, Gitah?" she paused to beam at the two of them. Azusa tugged at Mio's hair nervously. Mio went on stuttering over her own horror.
Yui blinked, "Look!" she cheeped, and reached towards Mio's face, "It's all turning into little icicles! How cute!"
Azusa was struck by the idea, "When guys pee outside—in the cold, I mean—would it all freeze? Could they get stuck? Would it be like an ice sculpture—?"
"STOP IT!" Mio shrieked, attempted to cover her face with her hands, and screamed again in revulsion.