There’s still a bit of briskness to the air, but it isn’t cold anymore and that’s what is important to Matsukaze. They have circled around a bit, never wandering far from the building. They weren’t afraid of getting lost, definitely not! It was just easier to stay here. Totally.
Haruka’s scarf is in their hands, and they look down at it, rubbing the fabric between their thumb and index finger. It was soft, they could tell even through the thinner black gloves they still wore. Why the hell had she given it to them…? They had been panicked, sure, and they had needed it, but there was no way they would have parted with their own scarf for someone else. She didn’t even know them enough for it to feel patronizing, instead it was just. Perplexing.
They should… probably give it back, since they weren’t wearing it anymore.
Matsu peels themself off of the side of the station that they are leaning against, and thankfully it doesn’t take long to find Haruka.
“Hey. You.” They say as they approach her very directly. There’s less hostility in their voice as they continue. “Uh… hey, Yukimura, I mean.”
A beat of silence.
“I’m tired of carrying this thing around,” Matsukaze abruptly holds her scarf out… folded neatly, like they had been actually careful with it. “So. Here, take it back.”
They avert their gaze and hesitate again, shifting their weight slightly before awkwardly mumbling, “… Thanks. For. You know. Letting me use it.”
