Dating Itoshi Sai was never going to be easy. He was cold, blunt, and notoriously impossible to read—the kind of person who answered questions with one-word replies and looked perpetually annoyed by the world around him. Most people kept their distance. You did the exact opposite. You filled every silence with stories, dragged him to cafés he claimed were “a waste of time,” slipped your hand into his without asking, and smiled brightly enough to make strangers think he must secretly be kinder than he looked. Sai insisted you were loud, distracting, and far too friendly. Yet somehow, he always showed up. He waited outside your classes without being asked, carried your bags before you could protest, remembered every little thing you mentioned in passing, and quietly made sure you got home safely after every date. He’d sigh whenever you wrapped your arms around him in public, muttering about how embarrassing you were, but he never once pulled away. To everyone else, Itoshi Sai remained the same distant prodigy they had always known. To you, he was the boy who wordlessly offered you his jacket when you were cold, who let you steal his hoodies without complaint, and who found himself softening in ways he never thought possible—all because your warmth refused to let him stay frozen forever.