3). He's Cold

What feels like forever turns out to merely have been about an hour, an hour of hopeless schemes and thoughts of how we'll keep warm without physical contact. I let out a soft sigh and get up, move towards a long, well built window and look outside. The sun is a golden orange, the sky is painted in a variety of warm and light colours, such as Red, pink, orange, lavender and other beautiful colours that are swimming along the sky.

"It'll get cold soon." he says.

I turn to look at him, blinking. "Yeah. Is there anything that looks like it'll remotely keep us warm?" I ask and he tilts his head, letting out a chuckle.

"I think so, this is the textiles room or something, there should be some blankets in the closet over there." He points directly to a large, wooden closet type thing. I nod and turn, walking over and fiddling with the lock until it fell onto the ground in half. I open the doors, letting out a screech as I cover my face, the soft as fuck blankets falling on top of me.

He snorts loudly, then bursts into laughter as he makes his way over to me, wiping his eyes free of dramatic tears from laughing so loud, so much, and so happily. I blinked, flushing as my cheeks burned a bright red and my face went pale in embarrassment.

"S-shut up!" I protested when he lifted a blanket from my head and helped me to my feet.

"Sorry, that was just hilarious, you're clumbsy as." He gave me a smile and brushed my cheek, the colour on my face starting to return.

"You don't have to say it out loud. . ." I mumble, crossing my arms poutily.

He puts his hand under my chin, using his thumb to part my lips as he pulls my face up so our eyes lock with each other. He gives a small chuckled, wrapped his right arm around my waist and pulling me closer. I put my arms on his chest, staring up at him as the silence began to creep around us and the school. My heart starts to beat loudly in my ear, battling the uprising silence between us.

He shakes his head, pulls away, then turns me around in a quick heartbeat and pins me onto the blanket, straddling my back.

"What are you doing?!" I half-yell, shooting a glare up at him as he interwined our hands.

"Messing with you, clumsy." He winks at me and gets off, removing his hands from mine. "You best set up the sleeping area, It's starting to get a bit breezy." He was correct by this, there was a cold breeze in the room and around the school, so he casually shuts the windows that he sees are open.

"Right." I mutter, getting back up as I neaten the blankets before setting them down in separate corners of the back of the room, I didn't want to sleep with him, it wasn't crucial unless one of us was literally freezing to the touch.

"The windows are closed, that should keep at least some of the cold out." He grumbles, moving over to me and looking down at the neat little setup I made. "Cute." He says aloud, but didn't seem to care very much that he did.

"Good. And you think it's cute?" I ask, I shift my body to face him, looking up at him. I nod gently, he has a glint of awe in his eyes, figures.

"Sure I do, it's cute how much effort you put into it. No, it's not cute, it's fricking adorable." He gives me a grin and ruffled up my hair.

"Hey! Stop that," I whine, then try to neaten my hair at least a bit.

"Alright." He moves away, grabs a bag, I'm guessing it's his or something, and returns back to me, kneeling down and opening it. He pushes some clothes in my face. "Wear them, you do not want to wear your robes to bed, trust me." He simply says, acting like it's normal to tell someone to wear his own clothes, let alone his. . . P.E kit? Wow.

"You didn't use this today, right?" I muffle in a irritated tone while I try and tussle the shirt off my head.

He shrugs and answers, "No, the hall monitor chased me out of my class before I even started." He doesn't seem much bothered, he seems to not care or bother much about anything.

"Right. . ." I stumble up, able to remove the shirt and I place it and the shorts on the blankets for me, removing my robes. Underneath was simply just a shirt and underwear, simple stuff.

"What? Going to show me what's under your shirt now?" He snickered, being a tease again.

"No, are you?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Only if you want, Lovely." He winks at me.

"In your dreams, now look away and go get changed yourself." I mutter sternly, waiting until he turned away before slipping my shirt from my upper body.

Once we were both changed, he turned to look at me, clearly noticing that I was now sitting under the blankets, warm as fuck, but that was a good thing, since he was starting to visibly shiver.

❤️Timeskip❤️

There's a cold, stinging, hardly bearable frost in the air, my breathing is becoming steadier and steadier as my body begins to regain heat, but I'm not very much aware of what Akiro is feeling like. It feels like in under a frozen lake, the air is caging around me, freezing to the touch, it feels wet, but I know it's not. I close my eyes and focus on attempting to fall back into slumber, but my focus soon falls on the harsh, rough breathing coming from Akiro. I let out a soft groan and push up my body, shifting in order to see him.

He's cold. . . so cold. . .

I get up, the coldness latching onto my bare skin and making me tremble. I have to keep my focus on him, and only him. I grab the blankets I prepared for myself and hauled them over to him. I grab his, making a 'tsk' sound because he didn't use them. I lay them over him, then mine as well and slowly sneak my body under and cuddle into him, trying to give him warmth.

Soon after, however, I found myself beginning to fall asleep, but not before he wrapped his arms around me and chuckled, "You care about me then, huh?"

"I just don't want your death to be my and your fault." I glared.

"Right." He pulled the blankets closer and put his head on mine.

Eventually we both fell asleep in eachother's embrace and warmth, silent.