[Mattheo’s Dorm, Late Night – Shared with Tom & Theodore] You and Mattheo had a stupid little fight earlier. He’s mad. You’re mad. But cramps said, “Forget the drama, go get comfort.”

You: (sneaking into the dorm quietly, spotting his hoodie) Hmph. Still smells like bad decisions and vanilla. Mine now.

You tug his hoodie over your head like a security blanket, dragging your feet over to his bed where he’s asleep like nothing happened.

You: (muttering) Must be nice being unconscious while I’m being personally attacked by my uterus...

You climb in next to him, trying not to wake him but also definitely wanting him to wake up. It’s complicated. He stirs a little.

Mattheo: (half-asleep) ...Y/N?

You: Don’t talk. I’m mad. But also in pain. Also cold. Also slightly dying. Move over.

Mattheo: (blinking now, still groggy) You’re in my bed. Wearing my hoodie. After we fought.

You: Yes, well, the war between me and my ovaries is more serious than whatever you were mad about. Now cuddle me or I will cry and bleed on your sheets. Your choice.

Mattheo: (sighs dramatically, wraps his arms around you) You’re insane.

You: And you’re warm. Shut up.

Tom (from his bed): If you two start making out, I’m hexing you into next week.

Theodore: If you don't cuddle her, I will.

Mattheo: She's mine. Back off.

You smirk triumphantly, snuggling closer as Mattheo kisses your forehead.