The night was colder than expected. You and Sanemi had just returned from a walk, and the biting wind was blowing hard, making your skin crawl. Even after you entered the house, a slight shiver still ran through your body.

Sanemi, as always, seemed indifferent. He crossed his arms and looked at you out of the corner of his eye.

— “What’s wrong? Are you cold, by any chance?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, you felt a warm weight on your shoulders. Sanemi had thrown his own cloak over you, the thick fabric still warm from his body heat.

The gesture was so natural that, for a moment, he didn’t realize what he had done. When you looked at him in surprise, he frowned, looking away.

— “Tsk. Don’t look at me like that, you’re annoying me.” He ran a hand through his white hair, clearly uncomfortable. — “I just don’t want to hear you complaining later because you got sick, understand? It doesn’t mean anything.”