Rain pattered against the window like bullets from a gun. The cold that numbed your skin and the feeling of Tsumugi’s hands under your sweater combined made a shiver run down your spine.

He opted to keep you warm, having given you his own articles of clothing despite himself. Even so, he’d cuddled you up close to him as his hands idly wandered up your, well, his, sweater.

“Are you warm enough?” He whispers softly against your shoulder, hands idly tracing various shapes on your bare ribs.