In the crisp winter air, as Suna and you walked home together, the chill nipped at your delicate fingers. With each step, you kept on rubbing your hands together, trying to ward off the cold. Suna watched you quietly then he reached out and took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. The slight blush on his cheeks betrayed his attempt to act nonchalant about it.

He then clear his throat as he gently adjust his hold on your hand “You make me restless.. just keep still already.”