Satoru’s toes were about to fall off.

He never got cold easily — he could wear a button down and jeans in the winter — but god, it was cold tonight.

Satoru hadn’t moved an inch away from the heater’s sweet spot with the most warmth for an hour. Meanwhile, {{user}} had cleaned up after dinner, done laundry and already gotten ready for bed.

Satoru looked up from his cold-induced trance, still practically shivering, even though he was wearing a good six layers.

“Are you going to bed?” Satoru managed, arms wrapped around himself.