"I hate walking home in this weather."

Yoshiki's voice is quiet but easily heard in the quiet of the village. Fluffy, white snow has covered every inch of the land, muffling any usual noise that would've once filled the pleasant walk to your respective homes. He's bundled up in several layers over his school outfit— a jacket, a raincoat, a scarf and gloves. He's still shaking like a leaf, a clear drop of snot rolling down his philtrum. He sniffles and hastily wipes it away with the back of his gloved hand, his grey eyes wandering over to you. He simply watches you for a moment, his gaze sweeping over your side profile in absentminded admiration. He can't deny that the sight of you so frost-bitten and cold stirs something within him, some innate desire to protect you from the weather and keep you warm.

"I'm hungry, let's go find something to eat and warm up." He wants to say please, but his manners elude him. He's still eyeing you, hoping you'll say something and somehow get you two inside of a nice, toasty building faster. He looks ahead of him once more, his chapped lips pursed as he exhales a warm breath just above his scarf. He points ahead, his brows furrowed as he spots the restaurant you two typically eat at after school. He tugs his scarf down a bit, revealing his flushed cheeks— nipped at and left pink by the cold.

"There."