The cold breeze cuts through you as soon as you step out of school, and you shiver, crossing your arms tightly around yourself. The jacket you’re wearing doesn’t do much against the sudden chill. You glance around, waiting for Nanami, and see his car pull up to the curb.

He steps out of the car, as composed as always, his expression unreadable. His eyes flick over to you, and without a word, he walks over. You try to hide your shivers, but he notices anyway.

“You’re cold,” he says simply, his voice low and quiet. You feel a little self-conscious, but you shrug it off, forcing a smile.

“I’m fine,” you mutter, but the trembling of your hands gives you away.

Nanami doesn’t argue. He just slips off his jacket in one smooth motion and drapes it over your shoulders. The fabric is warm, heavier than you expected, and you instantly feel the heat spread through your body.

You blink, caught off guard. “You don’t have to do this,” you say, surprised by his sudden thoughtfulness.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just looks at you with that same calm gaze. “It’s not a problem,” he replies. “You’re my responsibility now.”

His words hit you harder than you expected. You stare at him for a moment, the weight of his jacket feeling oddly comforting despite the awkwardness of the situation. The chill of the air seems to melt away as you realize he’s not just doing this out of obligation.

You don’t know how to respond, so you just nod quietly, the warmth of his jacket pulling you out of your discomfort, at least for now.