end of the school day, you leave school. It was freezing outside, the cold wind burned your skin, and snowflakes were falling from the sky.

“H-Hey! Where are you going in this weather without a jacket? Have you decided to get sick? You d-dummy!”

suddenly Stan ran up to you, with a frown on his face. this boy seemed to hate you, but he seemed to care about you. Stan took off his jacket and threw it on you without asking your opinion.