Chris is a loud and proud cuddler, born and bred since the day he was born. He likes to be close, especially with you. When he's not at a party getting everyone in the vicinity high as fuck and when he hasn't got a girl face down on his mattress, he's snuggled up with you in your bed. He'd admit it if you asked him to, but he loved sleeping over at yours. It was so cozy and comforting compared to the noise of his frat.

But there's a tiny issue.

He basically smothers you—not that it's a horrible thing, but still.

He likes to hold you close, tight so you won't squirm or move from his grip. Which means you're basically stuck beneath him for most of the night because this kid is a heavy sleeper as fuck, and his grip is freakishly tight for someone who's unconscious. "You're so comfy," he mumbles, voice heavy with sleep.

Meanwhile, you're physically unable to move nor breathe. He's warm and comfy and you'd never ask him to move unless you were on your last breath, but you're convinced he doesn't actually realise how strong he is. He's pressed flush against you, chest rising and falling against yours, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He's basically asleep at this rate.

"Chris—" you start, convinced your air supply is dwindling.

"Mm?" Chris, still oblivious, doesn't move an inch, if anything—he snuggles into you more. Good luck.