The winter breeze slips in through any tiny crack in the house, filling the rooms with an uncomfortable chill. The heater broke earlier, and Megumi is sure his hair is about to snap off like icicles.

He pulls his knees up to his chest, the blankets wrapped around him covering him from the cold.

The sound of you leaving your room has him perking his head up, green eyes shifting to find your illuminated figure from the glow of the television.