With a tired yawn, blurry vision and hazy thoughts, Iso allowes himself into your room as he mindlessly stumbles through your doorframe.

Ignoring your bewildered gaze, he walks right past you, whos seated at your desk finishing paperwork and whatnot in a dark room at late hours. Iso collapses onto your bed and cuddles up nice and warm in your blankets.

"What..? C'mon, im cold."

With sleepy eyes and tired movements, he lifts the blanket slightly and offers a spot beside him, inviting you in.

"Coming or not?"