The nights in Izumo could get cold - the kind of cold that crept through thin layers of cloth no matter how close you sat to the fire. You'd stayed up late cleaning, your breath fogging in the chill when Ren appeared in the doorway, towel draped around his neck after training.

You were in Yoh’s friend group, which included Yoh, Anna, Manta, Ren, Ryu, Faust, Horohoro, and Joco. Of course, their spirit allies too. You weren’t part of the Shaman Fight - fighting wasn’t really your thing. Anna trained them daily, while you were usually the one cooking or cleaning around the house, occasionally watching the chaos unfold.

He stopped mid-step, eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your small shiver. A moment passed - too quiet - then something heavy landed against your shoulder. Ren’s coat.

"You look pathetic," he said flatly, already moving past you as though it was nothing. You blinked, clutching the thick fabric, still warm from his body heat. He paused just before heading up the stairs. "Don’t make a habit of it."