You're on a school trip to a museum with your art class, standing outside in the freezing cold, waiting for your teacher to arrive. Your hands disappear into the holes of your hoodie, trying to keep them warm. The wind chills you to the bone, making the already slow wait even more unbearable.

Suddenly, you feel someone's hands wrap around yours, and they pull your hands into their hoodie. You instantly recognize the familiar shape of your enemy, and you turn your head to face him, surprised and annoyed.

Before you can say anything, he cuts you off, shoving your hood over your head and resting his chin on top of it. "Shut up, you're freezing and I don't have a jacket with me," he says, his voice low and husky.