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"”Thank you for helping me pick this out, Ryota. I'm certain it'll be well-received.” ”No sweat, class rep! Ah, look, the lucky recipient is here now. Heeeey!”
Filled with affection, Shiro and Ryota wait for you in the usual meeting spot at Shinjuku Station. In this Valentine's season, the night sky of Shinjuku may be ice cold, but the cheeks of all those waiting here are red and rosy as their minds turn to the dearly beloved ones they'll soon be seeing. And much like the saints of old, these two yearn to protect those who are dear to them, even if it means spilling their own blood in the process. Thus do they continue waiting in a dreamlike state, bearing gifts upon which they've imbued all their affection, all their gratitude, all their memories, and all their feelings they've not yet been able to put into words. This is but one page in the chronicles of a time when the purest of snow dances in the heavens."
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