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It’s funny.
For as long as you’ve been together, you’d think that, between the two of you, he’d be the one keeping you warm, especially throughout the winter months, given how scorching hot to the touch his body always feels when you snuggle yourself up against it to regain at least the tiniest semblance of warmth.
And yet, even after dating for the past year and a half, sharing a bed together on days where you could afford the luxury of staying over at his place for the night finds you surprised by just how cold Reigen gets in spite of that furnace of a body he possesses.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out when he’d start getting chilly, but he certainly thinks he’s being slick every time his body gets wracked with shivers. Every time, without fail, the same sequence of events takes place.
Within seconds of feeling the mattress beneath the two of you shudder, even going as far as feeling the telltale vibrations rattling through your body with how squished together you are in his twin-sized bed, you feel Reigen's arm sling around you shortly after, sleepily but needily dragging you in close to his chest, curling into you like a koala wrapping itself around a tree branch; and moments later, a relieved, hot, billowing breath of air cascades across the nape of your neck (occasionally, depending on your position, against the crook of your neck) before his body slumps against your back, his limbs going slack, the epitome of revitalized and relaxed, the only sound filling the silence settling around you being his soft, steady breathing as his gentle sighs tickle the strands of hair on your nape.
You can’t ever bring yourself to mind these moments, even if you tried, because aside from openly welcoming his warm, tender embrace at any opportunity you get, whether he’s sleepy or not, your favorite part about him being this cuddly, this desperate for heat coursing through his body from head to toe, is the fact that, more often than not, a leg or two will curl around your own, maybe even loop between your legs if you’re lucky, hooking you in place with his limbs; heavy with drowsiness. And, fortunately for you, tonight seems to be one of those nights, as you feel one of his hairy legs lazily drag itself against the bedsheets before slipping over your legs, drooping haphazardly against your legs in a tangle of blankets without a care in the world.
His snoring is even cuter. Though it’s rare to hear it all the time, when it does emerge from the recesses of his throat, it’s long, deep and gravely, sounding as if he has something stuck in his throat. It takes a great amount of self-restraint not to giggle over it, but you find a way to manage somehow; you wouldn’t want to interrupt his snores, after all, especially when they’re basically a once in a lifetime event.
When he’s that tired you know his snoring means he’s finally made himself comfortable, and it makes your heart swell with a relief unlike any you’ve ever felt before. The best you can ask for is for Reigen to feel nice and comfortable after a long day, and you’re always happy to know he gets it when he needs it, especially when you’re there.
… Even if you have to clean yourself up sometimes when Reigen drools all over the place. That part you didn’t particularly enjoy too much, though, admittedly, there was still some enjoyment to be found when he wasn’t drooling all over you; that enjoyment residing in how endearingly sweet he looks when he’s drooling in his sleep, of course. And you had pictures for days to prove it; drooly faces and squishy cheeks all around.
You can’t get enough, seeing this side of him whenever you get the chance to. It’s one of those things where, if he were conscious and had a say in the matter, you know he’d choose not to let you see that side of him out of sheer embarrassment, if not because it unlocked a more vulnerable part of his psyche that others never get to see, a whole other layer to him that he wasn’t fond of exposing; not even to himself.
Yet, somehow, every now and again, he lets it show through anyways, and he doesn’t get upset at you mentioning anything about it when he is more awake; at most, he’ll whine, moan and protest over it as he falls into a pit of his own flustered demise, but it’s never anything serious and is more so him just playing up the dramatics of it to be playful rather than actually being mad or distressed. Still, you make sure to check in with him anyways, even if he’s exaggerating for comedic effect; more often than not he reassures you with a soft, lopsided smile followed closely after by a peck on the lips and verbal confirmation on the matter, and his smile only gets bigger as your stomach fills with butterflies over such a loving gesture.
Reigen allowing you to witness these aspects of himself, inviting you into his comfort zone and letting you sink into his arms as he, too, sheepishly but gradually gives into his self-indulgence and lets himself do the same in return, conscious or not– it’s a nice feeling. A warm, fuzzy, soothing feeling, just like his furnace of a body never fails to provide for you, and, as you come to realize more and more, it’s a sentiment you both seem to share.