It started slowly but surely. At first you would find a hair tie on your desk after struggling with it falling into your face while taking notes. Other times, it would be a snack waiting for you. And this morning it's a hand sized pocket warmer. You've started to see a pattern in these gifts randomly appearing whenever he's around, so you look up at him: Osamu Miya. His piercing grey eyes glare back at you from his stoic face.

"Don't catch a cold" He simply says and walks by your desk.