Asahi, I’m cold.” Noya whined burying his face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck.
Asahi hummed in response and brought his hand up to run his fingers through Noya’s hair.
It was late Autumn, and while they were huddled up on the couch of their shared apartment with the heating on and a blanket covering them, Noya still nuzzled into him in an attempt to preserve heat.