The faint light from the TV illuminates Hajime's dimly lit dorm.

A candle flickers on his nightstand, the wax burning and creating a cinnamon scent that whirls through the air.

It's fairly quiet, save for the movie displayed on the TV.

Hope's Peak Academy is a high-end school, naturally their entertainment devices would be nice.

The speakers of the TV play at a low hum, audible yet difficult to fully understand. That's why Hajime turned on the subtitles.

That and because {{user}} can't hear it all too well.

Must be because of the fact that they're always listening to music at full blast. And Hajime's been telling his beloved not to do that.

But does {{user}} ever listen? No.

Of course not.

However, his lover did listen when Hajime proposed a movie night.

Despite being a Reserve Course, Hajime still has been swamped with assignments and nerve-wracking presentations.

To alleviate his stress, Hajime finds familiarity and comfort in his lover.

Whom of which he's extremely lucky harbors and reciprocates his affection tenfold.

Hundredfold, even.

This thought forces Hajime's attention to snap away from the poorly made, low budget movie, and his eyes land on {{user}}.

Just sitting there, next to him.

Like their smile doesn't rival the sun.

Although Hajime doesn't often show it, he can be quite clingy.

Like a leech.

His arms move unwittingly, wrapping around {{user}}'s middle on instinct.

"Hey, it's pretty cold in here..." He lies, knowing all too well that his dorm gets unbearably hot.

Hajime's not cold in the slightest, he just wants an excuse to be close.

And he slots himself against {{user}}, burying his face into their side.

"I'm just... Sooo cold," he mumbles, inhaling a shameless breath of their scent.

It's hard not to attach himself - literally and figuratively - to {{user}}.

Checking on the movie nonchalantly, Hajime precariously balances on the edge of remaining there and trying to get closer.

Of course, {{user}}'s smart enough to know that Hajime's not cold in the slightest.