In John's arms, I am never alone. I am carefree, light, removed from the burden of my overwhelming shouts and yells. I am never grumpy. I am a different person. The days I spend with him are the best days of my life. Right now, I am situated between his arms, reclining on the couch in his front room, my arms huddled to my chest under his warm grip. Outside, there is a light snow falling, destroying our first plan of going to the park. Instead, we are curled underneath some blankets, watching anything we can think of. We've already sat like this for three hours, but neither of us mind. Suddenly John shifts a bit and murmurs into the top of my head
"Want some popcorn Karkat?"
Silently, I nod my assent, transfixed by the romcom flashing on the TV screen. He slides himself around me, replacing his lap with a pillow. I grunt at the difference in warmth between the two objects, but then snuggle in, closing my eyes halfway. Dimly, I hear the ding from the microwave, but it feels far away. John saunters into the room, then when he notices me, slows down and tiptoes the rest of the way to the couch. He sits down just above where the pillow my head is resting on is, causing my head to dip down from his weight.
"Well, I guess you've asleep then. That was fast"
He giggles endearingly, then plants a kiss on my forehead. After getting up and turning off the movie, he closes the curtains, enveloping us in darkness.
"I love you Karkat" he whispers. I feel his body on top of mine, pressing my hair flat and my head into the soft velvet of the the
couch. I let out a soft sigh as a reply, shifting myself into a more comfortable position and letting my breaths become steady and rythmic.
John nuzzles into my side, and we fall asleep together, underneath our small fort of blankets. His hand grazes my ribs, and his warm, even, breathing melds around my ear. We inhale our breaths in sync, mirroring each other. He is my twin, my soulmate, my dorky little matesprit. He is my John, and I am his Karkat.