My shivering must have caused him to shift and look at me. I didn't mean to wake him, but now, there he was, watching how I hopelessly tried to warm my bare body with my lean arms. Lately he's been noticing me a lot more, especially when I don't intend him to, but he still does. "Oh, sorry," he mutters under his breath, clearly embarrassed, to which I smile - I like his face and the way I can picture the way he looks with his awkward blush that makes his cheeks and ears red, even though I can only make out his outline in the dark bedroom. He had hogged the whole blanket to himself before in sleep and now he almost lovingly put some of it on me. "I don't need that much, I'm not as big as you," I bluntly said and watched him flinch. "Don't say stuff like that!" he flustered, huffing. When putting the blanket on me, he brushed against my skin, making me shudder. "Your skin is so cold." How fitting, I thought. His is always so warm, the opposite of mine currently, just like with our hair. Mine is blue and silky while his is red and a little rough. But I like it that way. And just like that, I slide my fingers through his hair. "There you go again, doing stuff like that," he drawled and shook my hand off. Just when I wondered, a little sad, why he never shows the way he cares by touching me, he pulled me to his hot chest to warm me up. I could hear his heart throb under it and I closed my eyes.
But he does show, he does show he cares. My remarkably smaller body is still a little numb and worn out because from before and even though it hurt at first, he was always gentle to me and I really liked the way I felt him. He cared. I smiled. "You care." "Of course I do, idiot," he grunted while slowly caressing the back of my head; I like the feeling of his fingers, so strong from playing basketball, yet still so soft. "You're so cold it's a little gross." "It's your fault, Kagami-san, you're the one who left me out in the cold air even though I was sweaty. I'll probably wake up with a cold tomorrow," I replied and felt how he deeply inhaled, a little irritated. "Shut up and go to sleep, Kuroko," he said and I nuzzled into his chest a little more. My smile widened.
"I promise to be a great "waifu" to you, "husbando"." "Jesus Christ, Kuroko."