Frost Flower observed the rain outside their Brugge apartment. Dark academia playlist rang from his bluetooth speaker. He loved adjusting the parameters while listening to either jazz or classical music. Chihiro was different. That guy loved lo-fi music, so whenever Frost Flower came to their room, he found Chihiro was working to this kind of music, something that Frost Flower's taste couldn't appreciate.
But he loved kissing the top of Chihiro's head, inhaling the fresh scent of his shampoo. His sharp words that Chihiro threw to the world bit nothing when it came to talk to Frost Flower. Oh, how far they had become. Frost Flower remembered everything that had happened to them in the past two years. But most importantly, his personal journey to reach this place was never smooth.