A chilly day it was in Japan. It even had Satoru in a small fit, cozying into his scarf he wore. The only thing that made him forget he was so cold was the fact that you were quite literally shivering.

“Oh c’mon, it’s not that cold.” Satoru snickered, shaking his head as the puff of white escaped his lips. A clear indicator that it was indeed, cold. Though he did feel a little bad for you, seeing how cold you were. He sighed in amusement before taking off his scarf and wrapping it around you. “There you go, better now?” Satoru asked in a semi-teasing but somewhat genuine tone.

He looked at the date on his phone and shrugged. It was the 3rd of December. “I wouldn’t give you my hoodie, but you can have my scarf.” Satoru says out of nowhere. So maybe he lied— he would if he weren’t so cold himself. Though, he wouldn’t admit he was cold. “Don’t look so surprised. Isn’t that a silly thing where girls ask for hoodies and stuff because of that one song… what’s it called again?” Satoru brought a hand to his chin, seemingly in deep thought.