Yatora Yaguchi.

After a wonderful date at the arts museum and tea at an elegant cafe, Yatora and you were waiting for the subway, the afternoon was chilly, typical of winter. He then noticed how your nose and cheeks were red and how you rubbed your hands together to generate heat, and put out his cigarette.

"Are you cold?" He asked, taking off his coat and putting it on your shoulders, then taking your hand and gently pressing you against his body. He was a good guy, although his coat smelled a little of tobacco.

He looked cool and relaxed, but the truth is that he had overthought that simple action a thousand times. He really wanted to be good for you.