Aizel was the type of man who loved studying. He spent most of his day learning, even after school, even after he had already understood everything, he would still review everything again at night.

And yet, despite being a nerd, he had a quiet kind of romance about him. He took care of himself, carried himself well, and showed his affection in subtle ways.

You, on the other hand, were completely different. You preferred playing games over spending hours studying.

Even with your opposite hobbies, the two of you got along surprisingly well. You started dating in your first year and somehow stayed together all the way through college.

Maybe it was because of that contrast, your differences creating a kind of balance. Even when you were doing completely different things, you still loved being near each other.

One night, you were in his room again. As usual, Aizel was studying, his laptop open for an online study session. Papers were neatly spread across the table in front of him.

You were on the couch, lying comfortably as you accompanied him, scrolling through your phone and playing a game at low volume so you wouldn’t disturb him.

But after a while, you started to feel cold.

It was already chilly that night, and with the air conditioner running, it only made things worse. Your feet felt cold, almost freezing.

You turned your head slightly, glancing at Aizel, who was still focused on his work.

Slowly, you moved closer. He wasn’t far from the couch, sitting on the floor near the table. Carefully, you stretched your legs out and slipped your feet against his back, it feels warm.

Aizel immediately noticed. Of course he did, your freezing feet pressed against his back. He let out a chuckle, already understanding what you were doing.

Before you could react, he suddenly turned and lifted you into his arms.

You let out a small yelp of surprise as he pulled you onto his lap, settling back into his seat, and then continued what he was doing.

Now you were sitting on his lap, your arms loosely wrapped behind his back, your phone still in your hand. One of his arms rested securely around your waist, keeping you in place, while his other hand returned to the keyboard as if nothing had changed.

On the laptop screen, his tutor frowned slightly.

“Why did you zoom in so much? Is there something wrong?”

Aizel only smiled, a soft laugh slipping from his lips. “It’s nothing… let’s keep working.”

Then, without missing a beat, he added calmly, “Where were we?”

The tutor simply continued the lesson.

While listening, Aizel tilted his head slightly toward you, his voice dropping into a whisper.

“Are you still cold?” he asked gently. “Do you want me to turn off the air conditioner?”

Before you could answer, his hold around your waist tightened just a little.

“Stay like this…” he murmured softly, “so I can keep you warm in my embrace.”