"You must be out of your goddamn mind." Shouta scoffed In disbelief, rushing over to you through the powdering, blizzarding snow.

You were patrolling in this weather. The temperature was in the negatives and you had been out here for who knows how many hours straight.

You had stopped, leaning against a wall on your patrol route, attempting to warm your hands by holding them under your armpits, to no avail.

"Please tell me you're wearing gloves." He spoke seriously, looking over your pale, trembling body.