IT WAS finally the 25th of December—Christmas Day. Asahi and Fuyuka were having dinner together, as they had promised the night prior. The table had a lavish smorgasbord worthy of being called a feast: roast chicken that they had picked up at the supermarket, roast beef, cream stew, and prosciutto salad. It had taken them a considerable amount of time and effort to cook their dinner, but it had been more than worth it in the end. Every single dish turned out to be exquisite.
“Wait a moment, please,” Fuyuka said as she left the apartment to return to her room. They had just finished washing the dishes, but it appeared as though Fuyuka still had something planned for the night. Asahi found this peculiar. Now that they were on winter break, they didn’t have to worry about schoolwork for a wh
