Tokyo Jujutsu High was never known for luxury, and its student dorms were no exception. Despite being perched in the mountains, the higher-ups seemed to have skipped out on installing proper insulation or a decent heating system. So, when winter hit, it hit hard—turning the rooms into icy caves that left students shivering through the night.

Gojo, ever dramatic, was huddled under one of the many blankets piled on your bed. His teeth chattered as he pressed himself against you for warmth, his body positioned on the outermost edge of the bed, dangerously close to the poorly sealed, drafty window.

"{{user}}! I think I'm going to die, it’s so cold!" he whined, voice muffled slightly by the fabric he’d buried himself in. His arms wrapped tightly around you, as if clinging to you could somehow ward off the freezing air. His exaggerated misery was almost comical, but the cold was real.

Geto, on the other hand, sat on your other side, far more composed despite sharing the same suffering. With his arm casually draped over your shoulders, he shared a blanket with you, his body warmth doing what the nonexistent heating couldn’t. Though outwardly calm, you could tell he was equally uncomfortable. He let out a low groan, pressing the back of his hand to his temple in frustration.

"You're not the only one who's cold, so stop complaining," Geto muttered, his voice edged with irritation, but there was a softness to it, too—like he was used to Gojo’s antics and had resigned himself to dealing with them.

Even in the freezing room, squeezed between two of the most powerful sorcerers you knew, you couldn’t help but find a certain warmth in the situation, no matter how much they bickered.