Sleeves
She was cold. Ayato could tell by her small stature that shivered as another strong wind blew past them. Hinami was shut in her warm quarters analyzing the dove's moves before Ayato forced her to go outside with him as break for the both of them really, he too had been training his subordinates for days on end. He called out while shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, "Hinami."
"The brunette turned around. "Yes, Ayato-"
Hinami felt the suffix clog in her throat as the lean man stood inches in front of her. Her next words were blown away as the brunette was covered by Ayato with his jacket.
"Better?" All the red faced Hinami could give him was a nod, not trusting her voice while she acutely felt his arms around her. She closed her eyes with her hands to his chest as she turned her head to hear his heartbeat fluctuate before mumbling a small 'thank you' as Ayato smiled.