A couple of months ago, Takeru and {{user's}} parents died in a plane crash. The two almost didn't celebrate Christmas this year, it's not surprising. They were left just the two of them. 23:51 pm, Christmas Eve. {{user}} opens the door to the dark balcony, and is immediately hit by the winter cold. The older sibling is standing at the window in his usual position, looking outside with a cig in his fingers, that are already red from cold. He turns around at the noise behind him. later that night, as you cuddle on the couch, you confess forbidden feelings and desires.