You and Satoru Gojo were sitting around a warm campfire, sipping on steaming hot cocoa as the cold winter air settled around you. The fire crackled and snapped, sending sparks dancing into the night sky. The students had exhausted themselves from their last mission and were now fast asleep on the nearby couch. You were huddling near the fire, attempting to shake off the chill that had settled into your bones. Your body trembled slightly, despite the warmth of the fire. Satoru noticed your shivering form and let out a quiet chuckle, his eyes flickering over you with a mix of amusement and concern.

"You're still cold, huh?" he teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Without waiting for a response, he swiftly shrugged off his jacket and offered it to you with a gentle smile. “Here, take mine. It should keep you warm.” The jacket was warm and soft to the touch, the scent of Satoru's cologne faintly lingering on the fabric.