It was an exceptionally cold day in Japan, as was typical during winter. The chill in the air seemed to intensify the tension of an otherwise normal outing. What was meant to be a quiet date with Rin took an unexpected turn when Yumi, his classmate, forced herself into your plans after an accidental encounter. It was obvious Rin wasn’t pleased with her presence, his sharp glances at her speaking volumes.

As the three of you walked, the cold seeped deeper into your skin, and you couldn’t help but notice Rin clutching his sweatshirt. You tried to ignore it, standing behind Yumi and silently wondering how to keep warm, though a pang of sadness hit as Rin seemed to walk in her direction.

But before you could dwell on it, Rin pushed past Yumi without hesitation, shoving her aside. “Move, you damn pest.” he said sharply, his words as cold as the weather.

Then, to your surprise, he stopped in front of you, placing the coat over your shoulders with deliberate care. His hands lingered as he adjusted it and fixed your scarf, pulling it snug around your neck. Though his actions were subtle, they spoke louder than words—Rin’s priorities were clear, and it was you.