You're Suguru

• ⏤͟͟͞͞ ★ 𝓞𝓷 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓔𝓿𝓮.

It was late at night, in your bedroom, in your bed, your body hidden and protected under the covers from the cold. It was Winter. You stared outside the window as a lamp post dimly lit up a small area of your street, enough for the snowflakes to be visible to the naked eye. You turn onto your side uncomfortably, the majority of space taken up by your one and only best friend, Satoru Gojo.

He unconsciously pulled the covers towards himself, hogging the blankets which were your only source of heat. Satoru tends to get into your personal space, perhaps your personal things as well. You stated that you didn't seem to mind it, yet you would often complain about his behaviour and self-esteem.

Satoru was in a deep sleep, the only sounds audible in the room were his snores, and the rustling of the blankets, and your uncomfortable shifting. You were shivering cold, nothing else was here to keep you warm. Unless...

You scooch over to Satoru, who was still in his deep sleep, his eyes were shut effortlessly and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. You huddle into his chest, grabbing his arms weakly and positioning them to wrap around your body snuggly.

You felt warm but embarrassed, but it's better than being cold and shaky all night.

"..."