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The night was cruel. Autumn was bringing along the chilly winter air on its coattails. The leaves outside your dorm window were starting to wilt and turn brown. Your nearly frozen hands searched around under the covers for your phone. You found it hanging off the side of the bed, the charger getting caught around a loose screw on your bed. It was an accidental marvel really.
You pulled your phone up by the wire and underneath your warm covers. Sleepy eyes blinked as you pressed the power button, waking the bright screen alive. You blinked away the assault while unlocking your phone by memory. It opened up to the last application you had open: your text messages. A little gray bubble read “goodnight” with a black heart emoji. He always had to be so mysterious and edgy. Even with you.
To: Yone—
I can’t sleep.
You laid underneath the covers, a smile creeping up on your features. He’d answer in 3… 2…
From: Yone—
What happened?
To: Yone—
My room is freezing :( the cold is keeping me awake :( :(
From: Yone—
And I have a girlfriend keeping me awake…
To: Yone—
If you really felt that way I know you wouldn’t have replied ;)
From: Yone—
… I’ll be right over…
To: Yone—
Door is unlocked :3
You dropped your phone and the excitement of Yone coming over got your blood pumping. You threw off the blankets and flew to your dresser. As you nearly knocked over everything searching for some deodorant, you pulled your shirt off. Rolling the powdery stick underneath your arms, you used one foot to open a bottom drawer. Inside was a treasure trove of fresh new shirts. You decided to wear your bootleg Pentakill shirt. It was stretched out and the printed image was fading but it was so comfortable. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Something… needed to be done.
And then you removed your pajama pants.
A mischievous grin grew as you threw the shirt over your body. Your had flew to your half-empty bottle of body mist and you drowned yourself in your favorite smell. Then you heard your bedroom doorknob turn. You ran over to greet Yone as he carefully slipped inside your dark room. He had an extra blanket and his uniform under his arm and his long, magenta hair was pulled up into a ponytail.
Yone turned and saw your glimmering eyes looking up at him. He ignored the very visible blush appearing on his face and he nudged you towards your bed. You hurried to the bed and excitedly opened the covers, leaving one side open for Yone. The young swordsman folded his uniform and gently laid them on your desk chair. He walked around the bed and never once did you take your eyes off of him.
“Maybe you wouldn’t be freezing if you’d wear more layers when going to bed,” Yone said while he entered the mattress. The bed dipped under his weight and you felt his warmth already. He let out a soft sigh as he rested his head in your extra pillow. You scooted closer and laid one arm over his chest.
“I had more layers. Until you said you were coming.” You admitted. Yone wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer. He pulled the comforter up closer to where it was under your chin.
“You practically got naked… for me?” His voice was low and unreadable. With the academy being as well guarded as it was, it was hard to find alone time with Yone. The most you could ever do was heavily make out behind the gymnasium. If it was an extra slow day, sometimes Yone would let his hand slip under your skirt.
“To share warmth, it’s more optimal to wear less clothes for that skin to skin contact. It’s basic survival 101.” You teased while your hand trailed down his chest down to the hem of his shirt.
“We’re dead set in the middle of Valoran City. The most you’d have to survive is long lines at the coffee shops.” Yone argued back. But then he sat up and pulled his shirt off his body. “However, I’ll humor you. Just for tonight.”
He laid back down on the bed and pulled you closer, leaving no room for even air to get in between either of you. You relaxed into his embrace. As much as he preferred to remain dignified he always seemed to falter around you. And as you felt your body growing warmer, you heard Yone’s soft breaths. He had already fallen asleep. He admitted a long time ago that he always had issues sleeping and even went days without rest. Although he never went into detail about what bothered him, you had a feeling it had something to do with the ghosts he saw on a daily basis. But, with you, he felt normal. You wanted to think you comforted him like how he comforted you. And as the peaceful darkness of sleep overwhelmed you, you caught one last glimpse of Yone before closing your eyes.