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Each time he offered her his sweatshirt she declined. Sometimes it was more polite than others, but he still wished she would stop pretending that she wasn't cold, saying a wimp like him needed to stay warm.
"Ryouko..."
Because her shaking was clear as day.
"What?" She hissed, folding her arms and turning her head, eyes indirect.
Ryoushi took the opportunity to slip the cotton bundle over her head and wrap his arms around her body before she could thrash against his actions. He was happy just standing with her in the snow, feeling her heart beat against his own.