Takuma turned a page in the manga. He had to return these soon, but he hadn't had much time to read them with all the commotion. ... He paused. Sighing, he marked the place with a bookmark and closed the book, tossing it on his pillow as he rose. He pulled the curtains back.
Takuma chuckled quietly and watched the silent snowflakes fall down on the sill. "A storm is coming." He traced the pattern of one snowflake. It melted against the beam of his room's light. "Again."
