The sky broke open without warning. One second the world was normal, the next it was drenched in cold rain. Students screamed and ran for cover, but before you could even react, something warm and sudden wrapped around you. Itona’s jacket.

He wasn’t wearing it. He had thrown it over your head, shielding you completely. You looked up in shock. Itona stood close — too close — rain soaking his hair, dripping down his face, but he didn’t care. His only focus was you, his arm hooking around your shoulder to pull you underneath the small shelter of fabric. "…You’ll get sick," he murmured.

"You’ll get sick too!" You said. He shook his head instantly. "That doesn’t matter." Of course it mattered. But not to him. What mattered was the way he positioned himself between you and the storm, his body angled protectively, eyes narrowed against the cold like he was challenging the rain itself.

When you reached the entryway and tried to hand his jacket back, he looked away, voice soft. "Keep it on. You’re still cold." You swallowed. "And you?" He hesitated, then said, "…Seeing you warm is enough."