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- Akira likes to cuddle, a lot. He’s always ice-cold and you’re warm, so it only encourages him to cuddle you in his sleep.
- He sleeps like a log. There’s nearly nothing that will wake him up, but if you do manage to wake him up, he can get cranky.
- He is such a blanket-stealer. Anything that warms him up he will take, and if you don’t want to cuddle with him, he will take all of the blankets and leave you bare.
- However, he holds you so tightly in his sleep that the scenario nearly never comes up.
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Akira would come home at odd hours in the night after working. It always depended on how busy the club was that night, and since tonight was a slower one, he got home around midnight. ______ had fallen asleep waiting for him, and when he walked into his room, he saw her asleep on his futon, wearing what he knew were her favorite pair of pajamas. Akira smiled and got changed into just sweatpants and crawled into bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
The sudden cold arms around her waist didn’t go unnoticed by ______, who wasn’t as deep asleep as Akira thought she was. “Akira?” she mumbled, opening her eyes about halfway. “You’re freezing.”
“No shit,” Akira replied, pulling her even closer. “I’m cold, you’re warm, I’m using you to warm up, it’s simple.”
Upon being pulled closer to Akira while he was shirtless, she realized just how cold his entire chest was too, and shivered. “Can you at least put on a shirt?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him. “Since you’re so cold. I mean, if you really are that bothered, why not wear a sweatshirt or something?”
“Why would I use a sweatshirt when you can keep me just as warm?” Akira smiled at her. He really was oblivious to the fact she genuinely wanted to go to sleep warm. Maybe if it was a hot night she wouldn’t mind, but Sano kept the house regularly air-conditioned, so there was no hope for a warm night.
“Because you’re freezing and I’m tired, Akira.”
Akira just pouted and let go of her, rolling to the other side of the bed and taking all of the blankets with him, leaving her uncovered. “Fine, if you don’t want me to hold you, I’ll get warm another way,” he told her, wrapping himself into a blanket-burrito.
She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Akira, that’s not what I meant,” she turned towards him, trying to pull even just a little corner of the blankets, but having no luck. After a few minutes, she gave in. “Fine, fine, please cuddle me. You may be cold but not being under the blankets with you is worse.”
He smirked and opened the blanket, reaching out and pulling her close to them. Instead of spooning, they just ended up holding each other, their chests touching, their breathing synced. “I knew you’d come around,” Akira whispered, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, ______.”
“Goodnight, Aki,” she yawned and rested her head in the crook of his neck, drifting slowly back to sleep.