“It’s so late,” Satoru drawled out, curling himself into the blankets. “Come to bed. I’m gonna fall asleep without you at this rate.”

It was, in fact, not late. It was barely 9pm.

Satoru was getting more desperate by the minute. With a huff, he tossed himself back into the pillow, staring at {{user}} through wispy, white eyelashes. They were beautiful. It didn’t help that the blankets were so warm.

“Hurry up,” he murmured, pulling his eyes away. Three years together and he still couldn’t keep his eyes to himself.