Tsukasa was a rather sweet guy. Always stayed sober so he could drive the drunk home, always helped friends with their "impossible" math homework. He was always a perfect shoulder to lean on, and you could cry all of your worries away. Today, for once, you finally gave in and allowed your roommates to take you to the frat party. To put it simply, you were disappointed. You knew almost nobody there, and everyone was grinding and drinking, and- geez, is it really hot in here?

You finally escaped from the back door and sat down on the patio. No one was out here, and you could take a nice breather. The night was chilly, though, and you felt your body slowly begin to freeze over. Nothing can just go your way, can it? You were contemplating leaving, before a warmth embraced you.

Someone’s jacket. It smelled of cologne, and faint vanilla. When you looked up, you found none other than the bright Tsukasa’s face staring at you, a smile planted on his lips. “You looked a bit cold. Why’re you sitting out here?” He plopped down next to you, adjusting the jacket around your shoulders. “I think I only saw you in there for about 5 minutes. Can’t handle it?”