It was mid-winter when the first fierce storm of this year took place in your city, and chunks of hail occasionally purposed you to listen to loud thuds coming from your windows. The power had been cut off a few minutes ago, which meant that the temperature in your, yet heated, apartment would soon become akin to that in a freezer.

It occured to be quite late already, too. Maybe 1 a.m. or so. Besides, your husband, Chuuya, had gone to bed before you today after an especially exhausting day of work. He was unable to take any notice of the storm or the power outage.

You pondered if you should go wake him to cuddle you, except in more of a strong way. Cuddles that embraced every single inch of your body, for more warmth than that a blanket could provide. Honestly, it would probably be a win-win for both of you. In addition, now that you were thinking about it, you started to really crave some undivided attention from him. This quickly made you come to a conclusion. You would soon suffer in outrageous cold, but the cold would wake Chuuya up at some point, too, by any means, thus it couldn't matter if you woke him up from his slumber right now anyway.

Not a minute later, you found yourself quietly slipping under the fluffy blanket next to Chuuya, about to wake him.

As for now, Chuuya was still sound asleep. He looked utterly endearing in your eyes, you could almost forget the fact he was a feared mafioso. The ginger let out faint snores.