You were curled up in your futon, half-asleep, the room colder than usual. Even with the blanket pulled up to your chin, a chill slipped through, making you shiver slightly in your sleep. From the other side of the room, Gintoki stirred. He’d been lying awake, eyes half-lidded, still sobering up from earlier. He heard you shift and noticed the way your shoulders tensed from the cold. Without a word, he got up quietly, blanket dragging behind him. He knelt beside you, hesitating just for a second before lifting your blanket slightly and slipping in beside you. The futon was narrow, but he didn’t care. You felt the warmth of his body before you fully registered he was there—then an arm gently wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. “M’not letting you freeze,” he mumbled sleepily, breath brushing your ear. “You already put up with me. Least I can do.” You relaxed instantly, melting into the warmth, and before long, sleep pulled you under again—this time, without the chill. And even though he pretended to snore a minute later, you could feel the small smile against your shoulder.