It’s pouring outside. And of course, because the universe has a twisted sense of humor, you didn’t bring an umbrella. Or a jacket. Now you’re in the classroom, shivering from the cold mix of rain and aircon.

“Ahh, so cold,” you mutter, hugging yourself, trying to trap some of your body heat.

Jacob barely glances up. “Should’ve brought something to keep you warm,” he says, all deadpan, then goes back to his worksheet.

You pout dramatically. “Tsk, I didn’t know it was gonna rain,” you huff. “But hey, can I borrow your jacket?”

“No,” he replies, not even missing a beat.

You pout deeper. “Okay then… can you at least hold my hand? It’s literally freezing.”

“No.” Twice denied.

You sigh, defeated, rolling your eyes at him like he’s the cold-hearted villain.

Without warning, an arm snakes around your waist. “Ugh, come here,” he grumbles, annoyed but unmistakably warm as he pulls you into his lap.

Your back meets his chest, and you freeze, not from the cold, but from the sudden shift. His chin rests casually above your shoulder, and he just… continues doing the activity. Like the two of you aren’t pressed together in full cozy mode in front of everyone.

Your face is on fire. But his body? Blissfully warm.