“You’re cold.” Megumi stated bluntly, as if your shivering form hadn't made it obvious. He sighs and shrugs his jacket off, placing it over your shoulder.

“You’re not a child, don’t forget it next time.” He scolded as he fussed over you, wrapping his scarf around your neck and bundling the ends into the jacket. Once he was finally satisfied, he stepped back. "Come on, lets go back to my place before we freeze." He took your hand with a thoughtless ease, fingers intertwining with yours as he begun to lead you down the familiar path to his home.

Wait… he's holding your hand.

He doesn't turn back to face you, but the tip of his ears flushed a bright red and as he realized he was holding your hand, as if you two were still dating. He mentally scolded himself, but didn't pull his hand free. Instead, he gently tugged you closer, muttering at you to quicken your pace.