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To say that morning was cold would be an understatement; the icy wind slipped through the cracks in the classroom windows with a threatening whistle, causing the teeth of more than one child to chatter like castanets. The students wrapped themselves in their coats and scarves, rubbing their hands to stay warm. Even the heater was on, but the atmosphere remained cold. The lights also flickered slightly, adding a touch of discomfort to the already chilly environment.
And yet, Tweek was only wearing his green shirt with the buttons improperly fastened, indifferent to the freezing weather as usual. His blonde hair was as messy as ever since the boy never bothered to wear a hat even on the coldest days, and his left eye twitched with small nervous spasms for who knows what reason now.
Maybe he thought some ghost was haunting the lights, Craig pondered before sneezing.
Because yeah, as Craig observed his boyfriend from his desk nearby, there were goosebumps on his skin and his hands trembled like his grandma's. He watched as Tweek was in his own little world, playing with the buttons on his shirt and muttering something to himself. The contrast between them was evident: Tweek, as always, was a human heater, while Craig felt he was becoming one with the snow outside. Sometimes, in a thought perhaps too homosexual, Craig compared his boyfriend to the sun because of that constant warmth, his endless supply of energy, and messy blonde hair.
But anyway, back to reality, Craig had always been a practical guy who knew how to adapt to whatever fucked up circumstances life threw at him, so he decided to do that now. He slid his chair closer to Tweek's, bringing their desks together. Tweek looked up, his blue eyes reflecting surprise and nervousness.
"Ah! Hey, Craig, um, what are you doing?" Tweek stammered, his nervous tics accentuating the tremors in his voice.
Craig didn't respond immediately. Instead, he rested his head under Tweek's chin, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. It was comforting, like resting his cheek on Stripe on a winter night. Craig closed his eyes for a moment, letting the warmth and unique scent of his boyfriend envelop him.
"Just... looking for a bit of heat, I guess," Craig murmured, opening his eyes to find Tweek's gaze, filled with that familiar mix of unease and affection.
Tweek fidgeted nervously, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the collar of his shirt, a dumb little smile forming on his face. His cheeks had turned red, not from the cold, but from Craig's proximity.
"Ah... Craig, you remind me of a kitten looking for warmth..." Tweek said, his voice trembling with evident tenderness as he slid his hand under Craig's hat, gently stroking his silky black hair.
Craig arched an eyebrow but smiled nonetheless, a small but significant gesture. Tweek tended to be the more verbal one in their relationship and sometimes said weird, cheesy things like that. But Craig didn't mind too much... after all, those moments of vulnerability and tenderness were a constant reminder of why Craig was so devotedly in love with him. He gently stroked Tweek's back, feeling the tense muscles relax under his touch. Craig closed his eyes with a soft sigh, his long eyelashes brushing his cheeks as he allowed himself to surrender to the moment.
Meanwhile, Tweek found himself caught between that vision and the soft touch of Craig's hand. The beautiful and serene face of the boy on his lap was often disarming to him, and at that moment, Tweek felt small and overwhelmed by the depth of his own feelings. That's why he was unable to do anything but hold his breath. And Craig, for his part, didn't overlook the way his boyfriend reacted to his presence, a small smile curving his lips.
"You know, honey? Sometimes I worry that I am too gay," Craig said, his words soft and playful, as his smile widened with a hint of mischief, "but as long as you exist, I think I don't have to worry."
Tweek's eyes widened at that declaration of war, and his lips formed a tense, silly pout.
"Ugh! The one looking for warmth and cuddles from another guy isn't me," he replied, crossing his arms with a quick and nervous movement.
Craig, without losing his relaxed expression and with a dumb smile on his lips, simply raised his middle finger at him. And before Tweek could react to his gesture, Craig snuggled closer into his chest, burying his face in Tweek's green shirt. The warmth emanating from his body mixed with what he felt in his heart, and Tweek couldn't help but laugh, a nervous and genuine laugh that filled the air around them. Craig's idiocy and the warmth of his love blended into a perfect symphony of emotions.
Both ended up laughing, their laughter echoing in the classroom.
"Quiet, boys!" The substitute teacher scolded, looking at them with a disapproving frown on her wrinkled face.
The boys fell silent but didn't stop looking at each other. They stayed there, ignoring the curious glances of their classmates.
The class continued around them, but for Craig, the world shrank to the warmth of Tweek and the soft sound of his breathing. He couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have his little sun, someone who, despite all his quirks and tics, gave him a warmth that no coat could match.
Butters, who was sitting near them, watched them with a shy smile. His eyes lit up at seeing the interaction between his classmates.
"Aww, Tweek and Craig are so cute together, aren't they?" he whispered to Kenny, who was next to him.
Kenny, however, had died of hypothermia in his chair, with his head resting on the desk. No one seemed to notice anyway.
Back to what actually mattered, Tweek, still nervous but pleased, wrapped his arms around Craig, pulling him closer. In that little corner of the classroom, the young couple had found a perfect balance, a warm refuge where only the two of them existed in the midst of the cold winter.