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It’s obvious something has been bothering Yanagi recently. Hiroaki hates that he was the one to figure it out.
Not his blonde friend, (that Hiroaki refuses to name,) but Hiroaki is pretty sure someone could show up to school naked and she wouldn’t notice.
Not Hayashi. Which was weird. She was always protective of everyone she deemed in need. She caught Wada not eating, Kamimura in a bad state of mind, and was able to help Ojima with his spacing out problem. This makes Hiroaki think he’s misreading everything, but it’s right there. He knows what’s going on. He went through this himself.
Recently, Yanagi has been spacing off more, his make-up has been more cakey, (Hiroaki is pretty sure yesterday he didn’t even wear make-up,) he’s been doing worse in math, he’s been… having a rough time.
“Okay guys,” the teacher started, “Derivatives. It’s going to be the easiest thing you learn all year.” Hiroaki started tuning the teacher out. He was tired himself.
Hiroaki looked over to his desk partner. Yanagi. He rested his hands in his head. His blinks lasted a little too long. He looked exhausted. He looked… pitiful.
When Hiroaki looked back at his own desk there was a piece of paper. It was half an hour until the class ended. He assumed it was homework. However, he wasn’t going to be allowed to do anything until he finished it. His teacher was a bitch.
Hiroaki turned to face Yanagi again. He was fully slumped over his desk. In any other situation Hiroaki would’ve been pissed that Yanagi was taking over his desk, but—god he was so stupid! It’s fucking Yanagi! He should shake him awake, call him an idiot, and do his work.
But, god, he just couldn’t.
It was obvious Yanagi was not thinking when he woke up this morning, (although, when does he ever think?) because he wore a short-sleeve shirt in the middle of winter.
Hiroaki observed the small shivers Yanagi did periodically. The small frown on his face. God, Hiroaki should not be doing this.
He looked around. Hasegawa and Kamimura are… doing what they do. Good for them. Tamba is annoying both Kamimura and Hayashi about math. Watari and Okazaki were… actually Hiroaki was just hoping they weren’t burning down the school again, or something. Isono, Tsuno, Hama, and Wada were a productive squad, (bleh.) Sasaki was… already done with the worksheet? (How?) Harada and Chiba were chatting. Ojima was blanking out… better to leave him be.
The good thing was that: nobody was paying attention to Hiroaki.
No one was paying attention to Yanagi.
No one besides Hiroaki.
He carefully removed his jacket.“Who the fuck wears no jacket in winter?” Hiroaki angrily muttered to himself. He draped his oversized jacket over Yanagi. Hiroaki made it for this type of weather, so he knew it was warm. (Also he was just wearing it.)
“Remember class, anything you don’t finish in class becomes homework.” The teacher tapped the homework area on the whiteboard with a marker before writing the title of the worksheet. Hiroaki simply finished his work, even if he had less desk space. He would frequently look back at Yanagi. He’s shivers stopped and his frown went away.
God, Hiroaki should not feel this warm inside after seeing this.
Eventually, the bell rang. This woke Yanagi up. His dazed stage did not last long as he noticed Hiroaki’s jacket over him.
“I—“ Hiroaki cut Yanagi off. “Keep it. I don’t want anything that was touched by you of all people.”
“Didn’t you put this over me?” Yanagi asked, but it fell on deaf ears. Hiroaki practically ran out of the classroom.
“Um,” Yanagi hummed. He picked up the jacket and properly put it on. It was comfortable. He could definitely use this for the rest of the day.
Wait, why did Hiroaki help him?
(Yanagi also assumes he’s behind the box of tea in the dorm’s kitchen’s cabinet that’s labelled with his name.)