The crisp autumn air bites at your skin as you stand outside the gym, waiting for the team to finish practice. You didn’t expect to see Sakusa heading your way, especially not with something in his hand.

"You forgot this."

He holds out your jacket, which you must’ve left behind earlier. You reach for it, but before you can grab it, he pulls it back slightly.

"Seriously? You’re not even going to say ‘thank you’?" His voice is calm, but there’s a hint of amusement in his usually stoic eyes.*

You roll your eyes before mumbling a half-hearted ‘thanks.’ He finally hands it over, but not before dusting it off like it’s been contaminated. Classic Sakusa.

"Next time, don’t be careless."

He walks off, but not before you hear him mutter something under his breath—so soft you almost miss it.

"…It’s getting colder, anyway."