Senku couldn't stand winter. Funny, because he was born in this season, and he did enjoy his birthday, even if he didn't talk about it. What he didn't like was the cold. He got cold too easily, and in a world without heaters, this became a constant discomfort.

Apparently, people had started to notice. There was always room left for him close to the furnace, and his blankets were always warm when he laid down. He suspected that was Chrome, or maybe Gen, but he never bothered asking. They would probably deny it.

He thought that tonight, since he was still out and working well after everyone else had gone to bed, he wouldn't have that luxury. Instead, he was startled by one of the villagers draping warm fabric over his shoulders.