A/N: who cares about timelines I just want these two in winter clothing

"GoGo?"

GoGo peers out from under the hood of her coat, disgruntled. Her outfit today is not streamlined at all. She's shed her usual leather jacket and leggings for pants and layers of clothing, and the whole effect is constricting and not at all to her liking. But some things must be sacrificed in the name of health. It turns out that she isn't suited to colder weather.

Still, that doesn't change the fact that she feels like a giant marshmallow.

Tadashi seems to think the same, because he's grinning as he approaches, head tilted slightly. "You warm there?"

"Toasty," GoGo responds bitterly, her fingers stiff despite being shoved in the pockets of her hoodie.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," apologizes Tadashi as they begin walking, his longer legs keeping pace easily beside her shorter ones.

"Hm," grunts GoGo in response, happy to be moving again, the blood coursing through her body.

She glances at Tadashi out of the corner of her eye as they cross the quad. He looks put together as always, with his winter coat done up neatly and a scarf draped around his neck. His faithful bag hangs over a shoulder, and the baseball cap has been exchanged for a red beanie. A tuft of black hair peeks out from under the front of it, falling across Tadashi's forehead, and GoGo's fingers twitch in her pockets.

She chalks their strange reaction up to the cold.

Her discomfort ends soon enough when they decide to take a detour and enter the coffee shop. The bell overhead chimes merrily. GoGo breathes an audible sigh of relief and takes out her hands, rubbing them together in the warm air.

"Your hands are freezing," says Tadashi, hands closing over hers, and GoGo nearly swallows her gum when she finds his face so close, studying her frozen digits in concentration.

"I'll live," she shrugs, and it's true. She can feel herself warming already, the yellow lighting of the café washing over her with a comforting touch.

Tadashi pulls back, his cheeks flushed pink—probably from the cold. "Wait here."

Since they're no longer outdoors, GoGo doesn't see any reason to complain. She remains at the corner of the shop, fingers tucked under her armpits, rocking from one foot to the other as Tadashi gets in line.

He comes back with two hot chocolates, fingers brushing hers as he hands her the cup. GoGo takes a sip, the drink scalding her tongue, but it's too delicious for her to care. Tadashi raises his to his lips as well, gaze going to the large glass windows and the gray sky outside.

"Ready to brave the outdoors once more?"

GoGo takes another fortifying sip. "Let's get this over with."

Outside, her breath dissipates into the air, a tiny, billowing puff. The hot chocolate keeps her anchored, though, and she burrows her neck deeper into her jacket and starts forward, determined.

Out of nowhere, a light weight settles around her shoulders. Startled, GoGo stops in her tracks, blinking in surprise as Tadashi gives her his scarf.

"What are you doing?"

Tadashi shrugs. "You still look cold," he says, his voice holding the tiniest trace of laughter.

"I have hot chocolate," GoGo says dumbly, as if it's some sort of suitable explanation.

"And now you also have a scarf."

She knows she should say "thank you." But because she's GoGo and he's Tadashi and they're…them, whatever that means, she doesn't say anything. Tadashi shoves his hands in his pockets and keeps walking, and GoGo falls a little bit behind because it's hard to drink and stroll at the same time.

When she's sure he isn't looking, GoGo pulls Tadashi's scarf up to cover her nose. It smells like she expected: fresh and clean and cared for, with just a hint of boy.

And if she feels the tiniest bit warmer, it's just because of the hot chocolate.