After a wonderful date at the art museum and tea at an elegant café, you and Yatora waited for the subway. The afternoon was chilly—typical of winter. He noticed the redness on your nose and cheeks, the way you rubbed your hands together for warmth, and quietly put out his cigarette.

"Are you cold?" he asked, taking off his coat and draping it over your shoulders. Then, without hesitation, he took your hand and gently pulled you close against him. His coat smelled faintly of tobacco, but he was warm—and he was kind.

He looked calm and effortlessly cool on the outside, but the truth was, he had rehearsed that simple gesture a hundred times in his mind. He just wanted to be good for you.