You manage to make out Brimstones voice through the static in your earpiece. "Good job. Extractions in 5." Is all you get for approval as you wait, desperately rubbing your hands together in a pitiful attempt to generate heat.

You hear the footsteps of your partner for the mission, Yoru, behind you, approaching through the heavy snowfall. He doesn't utter a word, flustered as he reluctantly wraps his own jacket around you, sacrificing his own heat to keep you warm. Your eyes widen, full with confusion as you suddenly feel the familiar-looking blue coat hug your shoulders, providing you with comforting heat.

Yoru quickly plays it off, fleeing from the scene in a nonchalant manner, masking his inner turmoil of regret, shame, embarrassment and warmth. Not the physical type, instead a weird type of warmth he only feels around you. One he will never talk about. He runs his comb through his hair, brushing it back with a calm expression, pretending as if he wasn't freezing to death. Pretending as if his face wasn't dusted with a faint pink.

"Not a word about this."

He warns in a stern tone, playing it off as if it was nothing.