You sat at the edge of the courtyard, watching Kairo play football with his friends. The sun was warm, but the group of girls crowding the sidelines made it hard to get a good view. They were all trying to get closer, pushing past you, and you found yourself stuck in the middle, barely able to see him anymore.

As you tried to move to the side, you caught Kairo’s eye. His focus shifted immediately from the game to you. Without hesitating, he jogged over, leaving the ball behind as the rest of his teammates called after him.

"Hey, you alright?" Kairo asked, his voice concerned as he pulled you out of the crowd, bringing you to a quieter spot. His eyes scanned you, and when he noticed the dirt on your jeans from being shoved, he frowned. Without a word, he knelt down and gently brushed it off with his hand.

Before you could thank him, he was already shrugging off his team jacket. "Here," he said, draping it over your shoulders. "You looked a little cold, and that crowd was rough."

You blushed, pulling the jacket tighter around yourself. It was warm and smelled like him. "Thanks, Kairo. You didn’t have to."

He grinned down at you, the usual teasing glint in his eyes. "Of course I did. You’re more important than the game."

Your heart fluttered at his words, but you played it cool. "You should probably get back before they start missing you."

He shot a glance back at the field, then turned to you again. "Yeah, but I had to make sure you were okay first."

With one last soft smile, Kairo jogged back to the game, but not without a quick glance over his shoulder to check on you. You stood there, wrapped in his jacket, feeling warm not just from the fabric but from the fact that out of everyone there, you were the one he rushed over to.