You reached for the door and Kondō blocked it like a guard dog. “Where’s your scarf? It’s cold!” “It’s barely 60 degrees.” “Exactly—hypothermia weather!”

Before you could argue, he bundled you up in his scarf, twice your size. “There. Safe, warm, and 200% loved.” You muffled a laugh behind the fabric. “…I can’t feel my neck.” He grinned, kissed your forehead. “Good. That means it’s working.”