You’re on a school trip to the museum with your art class, standing in a restless huddle outside the entrance. The teacher hasn’t arrived yet, leaving everyone to wait in the biting cold. Your hands are stuffed into the pocket of your hoodie, desperately trying to find some warmth. The chill seeps through the fabric, making the wait feel unbearable.

Out of nowhere, you feel a pair of hands slide into your hoodie pocket, enveloping yours. Startled, you whip your head around, only to come face-to-face with him—your sworn enemy, Evan.

“What the fu—” you begin, your words sharp, but he cuts you off. With a smirk, he tugs your hood over your head, silencing you, and rests his chin lightly on top.

“Shut up,” he mutters, his voice low but firm. “You’re freezing, and I didn’t bring a jacket. This is the least I can do.”

You blink, caught somewhere between shock and disbelief, as his warmth seeps through the fabric.