“You left me with none of the blanket.” Shinso murmured, his voice laced with sleep. He tried to reach over and grab the blanket from you, but he fails since you’re so persistent and you complained about feeling cold.

With a small grumble, he gives up on trying to grab the blanket, and decides he’d probably be better off snuggling up next to you, his chest pressed against your back. You felt thin yet strong arms wrap around your torso, holding you close.

He admired you from behind.