(y/n)'s POV

I wake up with a jolt to my alarm going off like crazy. No matter what the alarm sounds like, it will always be the most annoying sound I've ever heard. I quickly jump out of bed and check my phone. 7:20 am, 3 missed calls from Kazuha. "Not again! If I get another late my teacher might not excuse me this time and I'll have another detention!"

I race towards the bathroom and mid-brushing my teeth I call Kazuha. "Where are you? Class is about to start." He says in a cool manner.

I spit out the toothpaste in my mouth and wash out the sink, "I know, I know. I'm almost there. I woke up late."

There's a silent pause before he speaks up again, "I can hear the sound of the water coming from your sink. You just woke up didn't you?"

I hurriedly throw on an outfit and put up my hair, and I race out of my room to the kitchen and grab a granola bar tossing open the door and slamming it behind me. "NO? I would never be so irresponsible and just now be leaving. That would be irresponsible and idiotic and dumb and idiotic."

He sighs and I hear him chuckle on the other end, "I'll grab your banana milk." I smile to myself and continue running to the school. Luckily the school is only 2 blocks away from my house.

"Thanks, you know me so well! I'll see you outside then?"

"Mhm." That's a yes.

By the time I finally get to the school I'm out of breath. I bend over as I try to catch my breath when I see banana milk held in front of my face. My face brightens as I grab it and stand up, quickly hugging Kazuha.

I open up the bottle and drink it. Kazuha blushes slightly. "I don't understand why you insist on drinking it when it's so cold. Tea sounds much more delightful for this chilly weather."

I smile up at him and shake my head, "No way! Banana milk is good any time of the year!" I pout as he pats my head and shrugs off his jacket. "What are you doing?? Are you crazy! It's freezing!"

He just smiles as he places his jacket over my shoulders, "You're going to freeze! Take it back-"

He just grabs my hand and pulls me towards the school, "I'll be fine, I'm used to these conditions but we'll both freeze out here if we don't get inside." I huff but he continues pulling me into the building.

By the end of the day, I'm still wearing his hoodie as I walk over to his locker. I poke his side while he's distracted getting his belongings out of his locker.

"Hey, you can have your jacket back."

He closes his locker and smiles at me softly. "You still need to get back home, don't you? It's fall, the temperature is chilly outside. You should keep it for now." He grabs my hand and laces his fingers through mine and my face burns from the physical contact.

We've held hands countless times, he's my best friend so it never felt weird. But why does it feel different this time?

I look up at him but he just looks down at me and smiles, squeezing my hand lovingly.

I feel bad, his parents died when he was young so my family has always tried our best to support him. He lives on his own but my parents help him out whether it's food or he needs to be driven somewhere or he's struggling to pay bills.

I gravitate closer to him as I hold onto his arm and rest my head against him as we walk to his house in unison.

As we continue walking, the wind picks up and becomes chilly. "Are you sure you're not cold?" I started shivering and I feel him place his hands on either side of my body, rubbing up and down the sides to keep me from freezing.

"I'm sure. No need to worry about me, I'm fine." His face turns a light shade of red as he sneezed. He chuckles, "As long we continue walking under the wavering clouds, it seems that the wind is picking up."

I halfway take off his jacket and throw it partly over him. He blushes a little but accepts the help.

By the time we get to his house, we're both freezing. I sneeze as I take the spare key he gifted to me and unlock the door.

We quickly pile in and he lets out a sigh of relief. We leave our shoes by the door as we head towards the kitchen.

I hurriedly take 2 cups out of the cabinet while he starts warming up the hot chocolate.

He starts taking off his shirt as I wait for the hot chocolate to warm up and I almost choke on air.

I blush as my eyes widen. "Wh-what are you doing Kazuha??"

"I'm getting dressed into something warmer. Why? Is there a problem?" He stands in the kitchen with his shirt in his hands and he ruffles his hair back.

"Yes-no? Uhm-maybe!" I can feel my cheeks heat up and I'm sure he can see it too.

He frowns and appears to have a concerned look on his face. "Are you still cold? Why is your face red?" He places his hands and both sides of my face and looks at me closely. My face burns even brighter at the closeness of his face.

He runs his thumbs across my cheeks and I look away embarrassed. I mumble to myself, "Why do you have to be so cute..." I pout and move out of his grip and he shrugs and walks back to the stove.

"I have some clothes in my closet, you know where they are. Change into something warmer if you would like." He smiles and I make my way to his room.

A few moments later I emerge with Kazuha's sweater I and find Beidou walking through the door with snacks in her hands. I run up to her and give her a big hug.

"Hey, kiddo! Just came to drop these off, it's getting pretty chilly out now, keep warm you two!" She smiles over to Kazuha and ruffles his hair. He pouts but says nothing smiling at her. "Better take care you two, you know I always have to make my weekly visits." She lets out a light-hearted laugh and waves goodbye.

"Beidou-!" Kazuha says with urgency but then smiles, "Take care of yourself for me." She smiles and gives him a thumbs up.

"You know I always do."

After she leaves we huddle up on the couch, I rest my head on his lap and throw a blanket over me as he searches for something to watch.

I watch his features as he plays with my hair. He's so beautiful, how can any man be so beautiful and complicated at once. It's really not fair. I suddenly blurt out what's on my mind, "I love you Kazuha."

For a moment he stops scrolling and looks down at me flustered. Then does what I never thought he would do, he kisses me with such gentleness I almost don't feel it.

"I love you too, (y/n)."