[Yuuto would like to insist that he owes her a proper gift. One that is consistent with everything he’s trying to tell her and himself about wanting to keep their relationship a chaste friendship. One that won’t confuse him. But thinking deeply takes a backseat when he unpacks the gift that she got for him. Yuuto slowly removes it from the bag, awed by it almost immediately.]
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… It’s so pretty. Like a small world.
[He looks from the snow globe to Inaba.]
And it’s our season?