"you're shaking."

wrio had always had an aversion to physical touch - sometimes it seemed like he was afraid of it. whenever you tried to hug him, he'd push you off. whenever a stranger tried to touch him, he'd freak and start a fight. maybe it was trauma? you never asked.

yet, here he was, wrapping his scarf around your neck, his fingertips gently brushing against your neck.

"you can hold onto my arm if you want." he sighed, starting to walk off. "now let's go or we'll be late to class."