it was the middle of December, the league practically fighting for warmth in the chill of their hideout. They weren’t doing too bad, to be completely honest. So, when nighttime fell, everyone fled to the warmth of their beds for another night against the brutal winter that covered Japan.

tomura lay awake despite the fact. Not that he could sleep much anyway with what was occupying his mind. That being you. He was frustrated and cold, the smell of your perfume still lingering from when he gave you his sweater previously that afternoon. He wouldn’t dare take it off, relishing in the sweet smell that was your innocent and sheer kindness. So, he grabbed on of his controllers and turned on his console, trying to alter his focus onto something else— until a soft knock sounded on the wood of his bedroom door.

”Yeah?” He said, not turning his gaze away from his screen.