Classroom windows rattled from the wind. You shivered without meaning to. Itona’s eyes snapped to you. He didn’t ask. He didn’t hesitate. He took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders with a quiet seriousness, like it was simply what he had to do.

"Wear it," he said softly. "You’re cold." You tried to give it back. He shook his head once — a tiny, stubborn movement. "It’s better on you." And the faint blush on his cheeks said everything he didn’t.