Summary
Shifting in her seat in a manner that appeared uncomfortable, she told him with a surprisingly bitter tone, "Juvia doesn't like the snow." And with those words, his headache abruptly disappeared on account of the sheer shock that had taken its place. Juvia didn't like the snow? Snow was...snow was himself. Gray was snow, and she...didn't she claim to love him?/ Gruvia, R&R, Oneshot