Cold
Rukia Kuchiki sat slumped against the fence, her short legs dangling through the rails over the grassy lawn in front of her. She fidgeted, trying to draw her arms further into her sleeves in an effort to ward of the cold breeze.
"You're out late," a voice said quietly behind her. Startled, she jumped, rigidly straightening her posture.
Rukia turned her head, craning her neck upwards to get a better look at her addresser.
"I apologize if I frightened you," said Byakuya Kuchiki, her brother, peering down at her curiously.
"Oh! I'm sorry…I'll go back inside," Rukia said, scooting back from the rail in order to stand up.
Byakuya held one hand up to stop her. "Do as you like. It's no concern of mine."
"Oh…all right." Rukia pulled her legs in towards her, gazing out over the lawn as she once more tugged her sleeves over her arms.
"Is something wrong?"
"No…it's just cold out tonight."
"I see," replied Byakuya, carefully draping his sixth division haori over her shoulders. "Please take your health into more careful consideration the next time you decide to sit outside. If you were to fall ill it would be problematic."
Rukia smiled to herself.
"I understand."