You had somehow ended up as the lover of these two demons.

It was the middle of winter, and you had managed to convince the two of them to match sweaters with you. They were both sitting on the couch aside you, Aizetsu was nuzzled up into your neck as he held a cinamoroll plush in his arms. Sekido was on your other side, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. The three of you were watching a Christmas movie, with hot chocolate.