It’s a cold night outside, the two of you were walking home from your studio practice in your band, “given.” You two have been dating for a few months now. It had been hard for you, moving on from your deceased ex boyfriend. But Uenoyama was sweet about it. He understood and loved you anyway. He held your hand as you walked down the road, gently tugging you along.

“It’s nice outside. I’m glad it’s not as hot as summer.” He hums, looking up at the stars. A breeze went through the air, and you shivered.

“Do you want my jacket?”