waking up in his arms is like waking up in a fire. hes always so warm, even for a chronically ill man.

the sun shined through the window of his room, {{user}} buried in the warmth of the blankets and viktor's body, he was a human heater at this point.

his hands threading through theirs, fingertips gently grazing their cheek as they slept.

winter wasnt the worst in topside, but it was for viktor considering he doesnt do well in the cold, especially his bad leg. the underground was always cold, so luckily when viktor was let into piltover and was able to study there, he was able to actually be in a warm place during the winter.