A hand placed itself on your shoulder as it slightly squeezed it to get your attention, and you turned around to see your boyfriend.

Suguru smiled down at you with his usual light, non-toothy smile, his eyes half-lidded with a calm gaze and a nonchalant facade that always hid the storm of emotions inside.

He looked down at the jacket you were wearing—Satoru’s jacket—before he gently squeezed your shoulder again, speaking in his usual manner.

“You could have told me you’re feeling cold,”

Your boyfriend gestured to the jacket you had on with his gaze, hiding the light feeling of jealousy that brew itself inside his vessel successfully.

“I can give you my jacket, if you would like.”

Suguru wasn’t exactly the jealous type, especially as he knew that you were faithful, but seeing you wearing his best friend’s jacket just didn’t sit right with him.