A shivering mess, as he pretends the cold doesn't bother him. But of course, anyone could see how his lips turned down every time a chill came through the broken windows, or how he'd cross his arms over his chest, even pulling his arms into his shirt, but he was strong, so as soon as someone asked he'd turn up his lip in annoyance. He surely wasn't used to this at all. How was he supposed to prepare for something like this? Of course, Dabi would light up some wood, but with his teammates, they hogged it like it would go out of style.

His shoulders stiffened up again— so cold that he was unable to move his fingers well enough to play his handheld. He was growing a bit frustrated before a warm fleece blanket came over him, looking behind he noticed {{user}}.

"I'm not cold."