The late afternoon air carried a chill, the kind that slipped under your skin when the sun began to sink. The streets were quiet, lined with bare trees swaying gently in the breeze. You walked side by side with Isagi Yoichi, the usual routine after school, your bags slung over your shoulders.

At first, the silence was comfortable, filled with the rhythm of footsteps and the occasional sound of distant traffic. But then Isagi noticed something—your arms folded tightly across your chest, your shoulders hunched, the faint shiver that betrayed you. You had left your coat at home, and the cold was starting to bite.

He slowed his pace, turning his head toward you.

“Are you… cold?” His voice carried that familiar softness, hesitant but concerned. He fumbled for a second, as if unsure whether to offer, then added quickly, “Do you… want my coat?”

You shook your head, embarrassed. “I’ll be fine.”

But Isagi didn’t believe you. He stopped walking, tugged at the zipper of his jacket, and shrugged it off in one swift motion. Before you could protest, he draped it over your shoulders, the warmth of the fabric wrapping around you like a shield.

“Here,” he said, his tone firmer now. “Don’t freeze.”

You looked up at him, surprised. His cheeks were faintly pink—not just from the cold, but from the quiet courage it took to do something so direct. He scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting away, clearly flustered by his own boldness.

The jacket smelled faintly of him—fresh, clean, familiar. You pulled it tighter around yourself, feeling the warmth seep in, not just from the fabric but from the gesture itself.

Isagi glanced back at you, and when he saw the small smile on your face, his own lips curved shyly. He didn’t say anything more, but his shoulders relaxed, and the silence between you shifted. It wasn’t just comfortable anymore—it was charged with something new, something unspoken.

You kept walking, the cold forgotten, the jacket heavy with meaning. And though neither of you said the words, you both knew: this was love, clumsy and quiet, but real.