Lying at night, slightly tossing from the cold, you looked at the ceiling. The blanket didn't save you, you were just cold and didn't want to sleep.You tried to sleep, of course, but your attempts were in vain.

You felt someone else's warm hands on you, pulling you much closer, squeezing you in a tight embrace. It’s Vergil’s hands.

"Sleep and don't freeze..."— he said, in a slightly hoarse voice.Not because he was angry or anything, but because he just woke up