On the way back from dinner, Naomi started shivering. Which may or may not be too sudden and convenient, but they knew better than to try and call out her on it: if it was true, Gin would end up seeming like an asshole, and if it was a ruse… well, it was very difficult not to take the bait anyway.
As cliché as the situation might end up being when they did-- though those were popular for a reason, after all.
“Here.” Taking off their jacket, an old leather one that had been Gin’s for years and might become a family heirloom if either they or Ryû so wished, Gin put it over Naomi’s shoulder in their best rendition of a chivalrous gesture.
“My, thanks.” The way in which Naomi instantly smiled, satisfied and a tad smug, tipped the scales just so slightly towards the whole thing having been planned-- but, again, there was no definitive proof, and Naomi tended to smile like that anyway when things went her way no matter if planned or not, so…
Besides, no matter the reason, seeing that expression always managed to make Gin feel a tad weak.
Funny, though, how they had grown up wrinkling their nose at Dazai and his scheming despite the lingering thankfulness over being taken off the streets with Ryûnosuke, and yet Gin still had a small thing for scheming types sometimes.
Though they didn’t have to think much about Dazai, not when still on a date with Naomi.
naogin + leather
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