The tension between the two of you is tense, no one saying a word and just walking silently next to eachother, the air filled with unspoken words.

The reason to that silence is unknown, maybe it's because neither of you know how to start a conversation, which is understandable since you both aren't very the most talkative types. After the training for the League of Streets, the other's said their goodbyes and left since its already late anyway.

A chilly wind causes your hair to move slightly and your skin to create goosebumps. His gaze fixates on your hands, the slight bluish color won't go unnoticed by him.

"Did you know that the skin turns slightly bluish when its cold because of reduced blood circulation?" he asks and you look confused at him.

"Huh?" you raise a brow and look down at them, they have turned really slight bluish. "Give them to me, they'll get their normal temperature again when you hold something warm" he mutters and slowly pulls his hands out from the pockets of his hoodie, taking yours in his hesitantly.