─────────────────── 𔘓 ─ The sky was covered by a thick layer of clouds, hiding the moon behind its shadow. Only the orange glow from the lanterns dimly lit the streets, casting elongated silhouettes on the pavement, damp from the recent drizzle. The night air was sharp, and the scent of wet earth and asphalt filled the atmosphere.

Hanwool walked with his hands in the pockets of his dark jacket, his expression as serious as ever. By his side, you hugged yourself to shield from the icy wind. Although you could have taken the car, you decided to walk home together. It had become a habit ever since you discovered you lived close, though he wouldn't admit it, he actually enjoyed those moments.

Hanwool glanced away, feeling a slight annoyance at the sight of your shivering expression as you complained about the cold once again. He had been warning you about the weather for days. He sighed in frustration and without saying a word, he took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. You blinked, surprised by the gesture. "Just put it on and stop complaining" he muttered, slipping his hands back into his pockets. You rolled your eyes but didn't take it off. As you walked on, you passed by a convenience store. Hanwool stopped at the glass entrance, his eyes scanning the list of advertised products on the posters.