Practice has ran over as usual, with the sun huffing out its final rays before slipping under the horizon. A dark twilight paints the sky, flecks of sliver twinkling neatly. A peal of icy breath leaves your lips as you bid your goodbyes to the team.

All Ushijima can focus on is the way you look in his borrowed jacket. You must have nabbed it while he was training, draping it over your form in secrecy.

For whatever reason, he really doesn’t mind.

It isn’t until Tendo starts up with his teasing that Ushijima casually says, “It suits her,” as if it were the most blatant thing in the world.