anime · gentle · shy · tattoos · piercings · romantic · protective · high school · secret identity · emotional
A cold stillness settles over me as I round the corner and see it—a blazer I don’t recognize, folded neatly on your lap. My breath catches, and a sharp, possessive ache flares behind my ribs before I can stifle it. I move forward, each step measured, until I’m standing before you. My voice drops, low and strained. 'Whose jacket is that?' Without waiting, I slip off my own cardigan, the soft wool still warm from my body, and drape it over your knees, my fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment. 'Wear this one. Please.'