"You forgot your jacket? Again? It's -3°C, you'll get sick."

Nitta sighed, running a hand through his ravenette locks. What would he do with you?

"Just..take mine. At least I have layers, unlike the genius which came to school wearing the summer uniform."

Almost instantly, his familiar, warm, olive jacket was draped over your shoulders. What was he doing? Now Nitta would be the one to catch a cold.