You slept peacefully beside your husband Satoru, the chill of winter filling the room as you both cowered under the covers.

You were awoken suddenly, jolted awake by the crisp breeze in the night air— you reached for the covers, but to no avail. You sat up, your brows furrowed as you saw Satoru, fast asleep, taking all the cover for himself. You shoved his shoulder, surprise sounding from your husband as he rolled over to face you.

“What was that for?” he asked groggily.