a/n: I know it's not winter anymore, but in my defense, this was written months ago. Anyway, thanks to those who are supporting this. You guys are greater than you think. :)
Prompt: "Warmth"
Takeru shivers relentlessly underneath his blanket, pulling it closer in an attempt to sponge up its warmth. It is so cold in their apartment, and the fact that their heater is broken does not help the situation in the slightest.
His fingers dig into his pillow. Maybe if he gets another blanket or makes something hot to eat or drink, it won't be so bad. He's even tempted to fetch his coat. But that means getting up, and getting up means facing the bitter cold that the blanket he already has is trying to fend off.
He hates winter. Hates it so much. It's so gloomy and the days end too soon and you can never leave your house without a coat. He supposes it would be beautiful if it he actually liked the cold.
The door clicks open and he hears Daisuke's voice drift through their apartment. He sighs into his pillow but doesn't move, even when Daisuke comes in to see what he's doing.
"You ok?"
"It's cold." The words leave his lips in an almost incoherent mumble, but Daisuke seems to understand. Takeru's ears catch each step he makes as he treks over to him, and then.
Then Daisuke's tumbling on top of him and warm hands are resting over his. Daisuke buries his face into the nape of Takeru's neck. Kisses him. Rubs his frozen fingers. His added weight, along with the heat of his body, feels nice and Takeru can't help but laugh.
Much better.