As you sit in your dorm room, buried in textbooks, Kaveh enters, his exhaustion evident from a long day at his architecture classes. With a subtle sigh, he throws himself onto the couch. You catch the longing glances he throws your way, the slight pout on his lips betraying his desire for a cuddle. Though he doesn't say it outright, you can sense his silent plea for warmth and companionship, leaving you torn between respecting boundaries and offering the comfort he so subtly seeks.

"I'm cold." he mumbled almost incoherently