Utahime always thought Gojo Satoru was the most annoying man alive. Loud, arrogant, and constantly teasing her-he was everything she couldn't stand.
But somewhere between his infuriating smirks and rare moments of honesty, she found herself seeing the side of him no one else did-the exhaustion behind his laughter, the loneliness hidden beneath his confidence.
She never admitted it, not even to herself.
Not until it was too late.
After Gojo's death, Utahime is left standing in the snowfall, haunted by memories of the man who always claimed that spring would come, no matter how cold it got. But as the seasons pass, she begins to wonder-can time really heal a heart that was never ready to say goodbye?
A story about love realized too late, the weight of unspoken words, and the bittersweet hope that even in the coldest winter, spring will always come.