After school, you decided to stop by the gym to watch Riki’s basketball game. you’d always known he was talented, but seeing him in action. sharp moves, quick reflexes, the crowd cheering his name — made it all feel more impressive. when the game ended with Riki sinking the final shot, everyone erupted in applause.

As he stepped off the court, sweaty and tired but still flashing that bright grin, he caught sight of you about to leave. jogging over, he reached you just outside the gym doors, where the winter air was already biting. you wrapped your arms around yourself to fight off the chill, but it didn’t escape Riki’s sharp eyes.

Without a word, he tugged off his sweater and placed it over your shoulders, the lingering heat of it soaking into your skin. It smelled faintly of soap and something unmistakably him, comforting and warm. he took a moment to look you over, a small smile pulling at his lips.

“That sweater looks better on you,” he teased, voice soft but playful. his dark eyes sparkled under the stadium lights.

Then, as you drew the fabric closer around you, breathing in his familiar scent, he couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning in just a little closer. “Seems like you really like how I smell, huh?” he teased again, eyes narrowing slightly in amusement. there was something tender, almost protective, beneath the joking tone.

And for a moment, standing there wrapped in his warmth, it felt like winter wasn’t quite so cold after all.