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When it hits her, it's not a special occasion.
It's not Valentine’s Day or White Day, nor is it another holiday or birthday. It's not in the deep, sweltering heat of summer either, when they would lie together on the bed, too sluggish to move, nor is it during one of those thunderstorms they usually spend huddled together underneath one of their blankets.
It's just a normal day in November, with the sun shining down on them and their breaths condensing in front of their mouths. It's cold, yes, but not freezingly so. No snow is dancing towards them in funny little flakes, nor is the ground slippery or frozen over.
It's just an ordinary day. Until it isn't.
Because what starts as a single look at Asahi ends up being so much more.
A single look at her friend's cheeks, rosy in the cool autumn air, is all that it takes for Momoka's breath to get stuck in her chest and for her to feel like an entirely new person all together.
Later, she will remember this moment like it got caught on film. She will cherish it, keep it in the depths of her mind and in the crevices of her heart, as the moment that made her who she is today.
But in that moment, all Momoka can do is stare at the lovely color on Asahi's cheeks, and feel the heavy and excited beating of her own pulse in her ears.