Autumn had been full of memories—crisp mornings with a gentle chill, afternoons bathed in warm sunlight, perfect for cute weekend outfits and laughter-filled adventures with your friends… and Katsuki. But today was the start of this year's winter. Musutafu woke blanketed in snow, soft flakes drifting lazily from a gray sky, coating the world in silent white. The notion made you pause, feeling the year slipping by faster than you could grasp.

The warmth of your bed hugged you kindly throughout the night, tempting you to stay nestled beneath the duvet, cocooned against the biting cold outside. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew class wasn’t going to wait.

A sliver of light sliced through the morning dimness of your dorm room as the door opened, and there he was—your boyfriend, already dressed in his uniform, scarf wrapped snugly around his neck, flicking the lights on. Too early. Way too early.

“Oi, rise and shine, idiot. Get up already. You’ll make us late if you keep incubating in there,” he chided softly, walking to your closet and carefully pulling out your winter uniform. Skirt, blouse, coat, scarf, thermal stockings, and from a neglected basket, your winter mittens in case you'd want them later. He’d woken early, braving the cold to make sure his {{user}} was properly dressed for the walk to school and chilly day.

You buried yourself deeper under the blankets, muffling a groggy complaint. “Too bright… too cold… bed’s too warm…”

Katsuki scoffed, tossing your clothes onto the duvet beside you. He crouched by your head and peeled the sheets back, watching you as the cold air nipped at your skin. You curled further in on yourself, but he didn’t mind. Soft eyes—reserved just for you—studied you, half-exasperated, half-melted. His fingers threaded through your messy hair, brushing it back gently, relishing this precious moment.

Oh, how he wished he could climb into bed with you, wrap you in his arms, and never leave. But there were dreams to chase, together.

“Come on, up ya get,” he said, his voice gentler now, brushing back stray hairs from your face. “I heard they opened a hot drink cart outside. If we get there in time, I’ll buy you a hot chocolate. So get your ass up, or we’ll both be late.”

You glared at him through half-lidded eyes, but you knew he wasn’t leaving without you. And you couldn’t make him late—he worked so hard and even woke early just to look out for you. With a groan, you pushed yourself up.

“Atta girl,” he said, standing up and unfolding your thermal stockings, handing them to you. While you slipped them on, he prepared your blouse and skirt, unbuttoning and unzipping them for you too, making the process effortless — you just slipping them on. You barely had your eyes open, hair sticking out in wild angles, but to him, you looked absolutely adorable.

Once your uniform was on, he wrapped your scarf neatly around your neck, pressing a lingering, warm kiss to your forehead. His hand rubbed your back, a little comfort against the winter chill.

“Go wash up and fix that hair. You look like a fucking mess,” he chuckled raspily, nudging you toward the bathroom and giving your butt a soft, affectionate pat.

Even in these small, everyday moments, you were his world—and he’d do anything to make sure you were safe, warm, and loved, in his own way.