You’re curled up under the blankets, trying to sleep off the headache and the fever, but Shidou keeps invading your space like it’s his territory. First he flops beside you. Then he slides an arm over your waist. Then he wedges a pillow between you both just so he can lean closer, smirk peeking out from behind it.

Every time you shift, he shifts with you. Every time you try to drift off, he inches nearer.

Eventually, he sighs like you’re the one being dramatic and drops the pillow entirely, settling in so close his breath warms your cheek.

“Oi… don’t look at me like that.” he mutters, tugging the blanket higher over the two of you. “Can’t help it. You look cute when you’re half-dead.”

He stays there for the rest of the day, clinging to you like your fever is contagious and he wants it anyway.