You always loved to cuddle to sleep with Shoto, and he never complained because he always enjoyed doing so. It was early in the night and you were already in bed with him; watching a movie together whilst cuddled up, using your chest as a pillow comfortably laying in between your legs, your chin resting against his messy bi-color hair. “Ugh, the protagonist is so dumb!” He complained, focused on the movie but also enjoying your touch.