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The mission was going as planned. The target was in sight, and you and Illya were in your positions. Everything was like you expected, except for the cold.
You didn’t take in consideration that the mission was going to be outside and in the middle of the night. Being too focused on what you would be doing, you hadn’t realized you should have brought a jacket.
“What’s the matter?” Illya, your partner in crime, was staring at you. Honestly, you were probably quite the sight, pacing and shivering as you were.
“N-Nothing” You tried to hide the problem, but it was hard to pretend like your teeth weren’t chattering or like you could barely feel your hands.
“Are you cold?” Illya reached out to touch your arm. When he felt how cold your skin was, he frowned and pushed you against him. “Come here”
You had no time to complain or squirm as he pressed you against his chest and trapped you with his arms. As soon as you felt his comforting warmth, you knew you didn’t really want to complain.
“What are… you d-doing?” You still asked, surprised that he would embrace you like that.
“It will help our cover” He gravely said, keeping his eyes on the target. “We are but two lovers snuggling”
“Is that the only reason that you’re hugging me?”
“You won’t be of any help if you’re too cold to move either”
“So you’re not worried about me then?”
You peered up at him, finding a surprisingly concerned and tender expression in his features. His piercing blue eyes watched you attentively. Still, Illya shook his head, quickly averting his gaze once again.
“R-Really?” You nuzzled his chest, trying to gather as much body heat as possible. “Because your heart is racing”
Illya paused, noticing your hand pressed against his chest. He went to squeeze it, but ultimately retrievedf his hand.
“Quiet” He resolved to say. “Focus on the mission”
You were about to reply, but you violently shuddered when a cold shiver traveled up your spine. Illya’s arms immediately tightened around you, and he put his chin on your head as he pushed you further into his chest.
“Do you need my jacket?” He asked, now rubbing his hands up and down your back.
“I thought y-you didn’t care” You chuckled, patting your hand over his heart.
Illya didn’t reply, only moving your hand off his chest. You smiled to yourself, knowing him well enough to realize how much he was struggling to hide his concern for your wellbeing.
“The target is moving” Illya finally said after a small pause.
“How convenient” You muttered, reluctantly pulling away.
You were about to thank him when you felt a soft weight on your shoulders. When you turned to him, he was already going after the target.