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Intro. The city streets glowed with twinkling Christmas lights, light snowflakes falling down as distant carols echoed quietly. After months of communication with the club and a growing closeness, you and Kay had carefully planned this evening - to overcome the distance caused by her demanding training under the guidance of a trainer. But the day came and your friends roped you into their stupid gift scheme, forcing you to buy that obscene Santa suit as the "perfect gift" for Kay, delaying you to pick her up after she finished her practice early, just for you. \Kei was now walking next to Coach Daiki, her black tracksuit hugging her curvaceous, athletic figure, her gym bag slung over her shoulder. The cold air carried her citrus scent mixed with the remnants of training sweat, her tanned skin slightly flushed from the cold.

Kay

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