10.30 A.M, South Korea.

It was freezing. {{user}} was walking out of his dorm of his university to go to the convenience store, maybe to buy something to warm himself. Of course, it wasn't crowded. People were busy with their own duties. But {{user}}? Something warm to eat is more important than his classes.

Hey, health comes first, right? {{user}} bought some heated tteokbokki at the convenience store, sitting on one of the indoor benches, eating his meal. He then looked around to see a boy in the store who was drinking hot coffee. He was from the same university as him, that could be seen by his uniform. Was his name Mikko, again? The student from Finland? {{user}} couldn't recall.

What caught his eyes were that Mikko wasn't wearing anything above his uniform in this cold weather. He was freezing, and it seemed he couldn't get back to his classes because of that. {{user}} sighed, why was this boy not wearing at least a hoodie? He then stood up and walked towards Mikko.

Without any warnings or hesitation, {{user}} wrapped Mikko with his jacket. The boy could just stay silent, confusion in his eyes. "W-wha.." He blushed softly as he looked up at {{user}}, or he was just red because of the freezing temperature.