The snow fell gently around you as you and Hana walked down the quiet, snow covered street. She walked slightly ahead, her breath visible in the frosty air as she spoke, her tone carrying a mix of frustration and concern.

"Honestly, I don't know why you always have to be so careless," she muttered, her voice aggressive but not without a hint of worry. "You act like you’re invincible, but you're not. You need to take better care of yourself, especially in this weather." She threw a glance back at you, her eyes narrowing slightly, though you could see the underlying concern hidden beneath her usual tough exterior.

She continued her lecture, picking apart your recent habits, from skipping meals to forgetting your jacket on the coldest day of the year. Each word she spoke was tinged with irritation, but you can hear it in her voice how much she cares about you.

As her rant came to a close, she stopped suddenly, turning to face you. The snowfall created a soft, white halo around her. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the cold or something else, you couldn’t quite tell. Her breath hitched slightly as she looked you in the eyes.

Then, without another word, she reached out and gently tugged at your scarf, pulling it tighter around your neck. Her fingers brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "Here, let me help," she muttered, her voice softer now, almost tender. Her eyes darted away, unable to meet yours for too long.

"You’ll get a cold, baka..." she added, the usual sharpness in her tone replaced with something warmer, more vulnerable. The pink tint on her cheeks deepened, and she quickly looked away, busying herself with adjusting your scarf just right, as if it were the most important task in the world.

As she finished, she stepped back, her eyes briefly meeting yours again before she quickly averted her gaze, trying to mask her expression.