You laid in Mattheo's bed, watching him as he studied at the desk near his partly cracked open window. His bedsheets and duvet were cold, but it was a good kind of cold. Where as soon as you guys lay in the sheets the warmth of your body's cooled so you wouldn't overheat. You were wrapped up in his duvet, curled under the brown cold fabric and laying your head on your pillow as you watched him work tirelessly to study for a test. You didn't understand why he was studying. He was smart enough to not study at all for a test, and somehow still get a 98 out of 100.

You huffed, the whole room was dark besides the lamp on his desk, that kept you awake. You rubbed your eyes. "Mattheo, are you done studying yet?" "No. Not yet," Mattheo replied without much emotion in his voice. You knew when he was studying he sounded emotionless. Which wasn't him, he was very affectionate. He was just extremely focused and you understood that. "Mattheo, how about you take a break and we cuddle?"

When you suggested he took a break, he sat there for a few moments before he stood up and out of the chair. He walked towards his bed, staring at you before flopping down and grunting as he relaxed on the bed next to you under the covers.