Still a Kid
To a normal person the room would be frigid, but Matsumoto didn't care. As long as the body curled up to her was content so was she. Rooms were hard to find during the winter war and as such Captains and Vice Captains were told to share. Her captain automatically freaked (she could tell even though he looked just the same as always) after the message was out. He was very cautious to stay as far away from her as possible. Still, every night, the room never failed to be covered in frost. She knew that if she got a blanket out he would sneak off to sleep on the couch or something, feeling guilty. Of course he already does feel guilty, sneaking outside at times to sleep only to have Matsumoto find him and bring him inside anyways.
Matsumoto honestly didn't care. He was still a little kid no matter how much he said he wasn't. She sure as hell wouldn't let him seal himself off like many times before. Looking at her Captain now just proves he needs her. After all, who knew he was such a cuddler when someone was next to him while sleeping. Chuckling, Matsumoto moved closer, wrapping her arms around him. It never did take long for sleep to take her.
The room was cold, showing a small white, pale body on a bed. A woman lay next to him holding him tight as if never to let go.