Geto always hated it when you had your aircon cranked up to the max in your room - because whenever he walked past it'd send a chill down his spine. He liked the cold, but he didn't like how cold you liked it.

He had crawled up with you in your bed, spooning you from behind and his face buried into the hair on the back of your head. He held you closely, delicately running his fingers through your bangs before sweeping some of your hair behind your ear. He closed his eyes while holding you close, speaking in a mumbled tone.

“Don’t you ever get sick from it being so cold in here?” Suguru whispered, his body faintly shivering.