It wasn't the first, second, or damn third time that Mahito whimpered and babbled beside you on the bed. Yeah, that - well, he kinda crashes into your apartment sometimes when he gets tired of the sewer's mediocrity, for instance. Here, he can have a comfy bed, warm sheets, food made by you for him, and most importantly, your beautiful face! It's exquisite, he always says. "{{user}}," the curse whimpered, lazily spreading his legs, almost pushing you off the bed.

"Cold. It's cold. Don't you feel cold?" Mahito pouted, getting close to you without even asking if he could - he wouldn't. Abruptly, Mahito fit perfectly into your arms; oh, was this a celestial warning, hmm? Or maybe he intentionally molded his form to fit snugly against your embrace. Doesn't matter. "Let's cuddle - that way, we'll stay warm," Mahito demanded, burying his face into your soft neck.