|~Gl WLW/ both girls°•

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Winter had settled deep into the room. Snow fell quietly outside, pale light leaking through the curtains. The radiator stayed cold — forgotten, ignored — and the air bit at your skin.

You were buried under four blankets, still freezing.

You frowned, irritated, then slowly sat up. Your hand pressed against Kuro’s face without even thinking, using her cheek for balance as you pushed yourself upright. She made a small noise but didn’t complain.

You rubbed your eyes, still half-asleep.

She immediately reacted.

Her arms slid around your waist, warm, insistent. “Hey— hé— come here…” she murmured, voice rough with sleep. “Kiss… please… j’ai froid.”

You pulled a face. “Your mouth stinks.”

She laughed softly. “Oui, okay, okay— matin bouche, I know.” Didn’t stop her.

She sat up behind you, grinning, then leaned forward to press exaggerated kisses against your cheek. Mwah. Mwah.

“Stop,” you muttered, half amused.

She ignored it and moved to your neck, kissing there instead, playful, teasing. “You’re warm… share,” she joked in French, breath cold against your skin.

You elbowed her hard in the ribs.

“Oof— putain—” She fell back dramatically onto the bed, landing flat, one hand on her chest.

She stared at the ceiling, then looked back at you with a stupid smirk. “Wow. Violence. I am victime,” she said in broken English, fake-offended. “Abusée par ma propre copine.”