Nanami hated doing overtime but also the cold. In a unusual cold night in spring, you felt your blanket slowly getting pulled of your body. Nanami -your sleeping boyfriend- was shivering even with the blanket. You couldn't be mad, you knew he would never do it on purpose, but you were cold aswell. You slowly sat up and looked at your shivering boyfriend. Who tried to get warm again. How much he hated the cold.