When Dante — always looking for an opportunity to skirt around doing the boring work — offered to have you take up reception in the shop, it sounded like a great idea.

Sure, the pay wasn’t the best, and that was when you actually did get paid, but you got a free place to crash. Rent sucks everywhere, so his spare bed called your name as soon as he put forward the idea.

Besides, the two of you have had quite a few impromptu sleepovers in the years you had known each other— mostly through him sneaking in past your window and crashing after being blown to pieces mid-fight — so having him as a roommate wasn’t so bad. It was pretty fun, actually.

That was until the warm summer nights transitioned into winter, and you discovered the main issue with having Dante as a roommate. He was cheap, which is probably why he offered up a bed and pizza as your paycheck, but it wasn’t so great when it came to the heating.

Dante is constantly running hot, so he’s clearly never bothered with keeping the heater running. You’d brought it up to him once, and he just snorted and went into a spiel about the costs of keeping the heating on before holding his arm up for you.

Quickly, the habit of curling up against Dante to battle the weather became a daily thing. As it got colder, you started spending most of your free time curled up against his side.

For all his faults, he doesn’t complain once. There’s teasing, but it’s all good-natured, and it ends up with you leeching off of his body heat, anyways.

“I should start chargin’ for this.” Dante says with a lazy grin after you adhere yourself to his side on his beat-down couch, clearly trying to battle the cold as the sun sets. “Might start making this poor old devil feel all objectified, just usin’ me like this all the time.”

Dante sighs dramatically, but tugs you closer. He gives you a little squeeze, leaning down to rub his chin against your face until you start trying to squirm away from his beard, and he laughs. “Alright, alright. Jeez, can’t even let a guy have a little fun.”