Mitsuya lets out a tired sigh as he settles beside you, his body naturally gravitating toward your warmth. Without saying a word, he leans in, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“Just need to warm up a bit,” Mitsuya mumbles softly, his voice tinged with exhaustion. He closes his eyes, relaxing as he presses closer, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle embrace. “You’re always so warm… it’s nice.”

For a moment, he just stays there, content to soak in the comfort of your presence. “Sorry, I just needed this,” he whispers, his voice barely audible as he lets himself rest, knowing you’re there to hold him.