The awkward tension from the whole room just made both boys uncomfortable. The AC from the restaurant made Kiyoshi shiver.
"Would you like to use my jacket?" Akira asked with worry.
Kiyoshi quickly shook his head 'no' and waved his hands, "Then you'll be cold! It's not fair it's my fault for not bringing a jacket!"
"Ah. . ." Akira stood up from his seat earning a loud noise from the chair in response. He took off his gray jacket and wrapped it around Kiyoshi's small shoulders.
"It's fine, I don't really get cold." Akira smiled wishing somehow the awkward tension would disappear.
"Thank you. . ." Kiyoshi blushed.
The past five minutes were uncomfortable and silent. "Well, I guess we could go now."
Kiyoshi nodded and got up cleaning the table.
"Do you take the bus?" Akira asked leaving the restaurant and letting out a chill.
"Yes, would you like your jacket back? Y-you, seem cold." Kiyoshi began to take it off.
"No keep it, I live close by anyways."
"Okay. . ."
The air was cold, it was a signal that fall was coming and summer was saying goodbye. The trees began to change to a nice orange color. The bus arrived and Kiyoshi entered waving to Akira.
"Hey, Mom." Kiyoshi kindly greeted his mother.
"How was school?" Kiyoshi's mother, Ueda Keiko was a woman in her early thirties. She was a nice calm woman with a warm smile.
"It was very interesting I made a few friends!" Kiyoshi exclaimed excitedly.
"Go change so we can have dinner," Keiko said while she started to begin to knit a new scarf for her husband.
"I ac-actually just ate. . . I'm sorry I should've told you sooner." Kiyoshi gulped and went to stand where his mother stood seated.
"Hmm, it's okay I'm just glad you're making friends!" She smiled and looked bewildered at the jacket he had on.
"Where did you get that jacket?" She asked while putting her knitting supplied to the side.
"It's from one of the friends I met today."
"Really? That jacket seems to be from an expensive brand."
"Huh?" Kiyoshi quickly took it off and hid his face. "How could he let me use something so expensive! What i-if I ripped it or a smudge appeared! I need to wash it twice and return it tomorrow!" Kiyoshi frantically ran to the laundry room and began to put the jacket to wash.
Keiko signed and smile, she was very grateful for the son she had. She returned to the task she has started and very carefully she began to knit.