It was a cold winter’s evening in Yokohama, the lights on trees from outside illuminating buildings around them. Snow fell outside of the window so gracefully and slowly. That being said, it was also cold outside. And Nathaniel hated the cold.

Nathaniel pulled you close to him and buried his nose in your shoulder, soaking up your warmth and mumbling to himself. The grey blanket remained wrapped around the both of you as your boyfriend’s arms were wrapped around you.

Nathaniel kissed your cheek and held your hand, burying his face right back into your shoulder. His thumb grazed over your knuckles, causing him to feel warmer inside than it was outside.

“Why can’t it be warmer?” Nathaniel muttered, as if wanting you to magically change the weather. He had claimed to hate the cold but wouldn’t deny he liked it a bit, since it meant he could cuddle you endlessly.