A/N: This is going to be finished soon. I need to free up my time for my other multichapters. Three more chapters, I'd say.
The cold seeped easily through the tiny cracks in the walls, the drafts chilling the room to an uncomfortable temperature. He lay, nearly shivering, underneath the copious amounts of covers. The atmosphere outside was close to freezing, yet for reasons unknown, snow did not release from the bountiful yellow-tinged clouds collecting in the pale sky. At least the snow was pleasant to look at, rather than the icicles that gathered on his windowsill.
He could see from his peripheal vision, just below him, that she was shaking as well, even underneath her own blankets. Guilt pierced his heart at the thought and he had to physically stop himself from wrapping his arms around her to keep her warm. He'd made the resolve that if she wasn't going to return the confession, he wasn't going to even try to take care of her. She clearly didn't want him to.
Everything seemed fueled by that silly declaration; everything he did seemed meaningless without it. He no longer kissed her forehead for the joy of her blushing; he no longer held her as she wept with pain, or had nightmares. Everything he did was dull without her.
He couldn't crawl into her bed and kiss away the cold, nor should he. That thought wrapped tendrils around his head, forcing himself to believe it, to accept it as gospel. But he could hear her teeth chattering. He could hear the small, barely-audible mewl that released from the back of her throat, the tiny plea for the cold to dissipate. And even if he shouldn't, he hated himself just a little.
Without making too much of a scene, he slowly peeled the covers off of him, leaving him stark and exposed to the frigid air. The heat he'd retained in his body flew off into the abyss, and he was left just as cold as if he was shirtless in the snow.
He bit down on his tongue to stop from crying out in the frosty pain, clenching his teeth together and tightly squeezing his eyes shut. He promptly hurled the blankets down at her, silencing her shaking teeth and leaving her to gasp mutely from underneath the assailed covers.
She didn't thank him. He didn't want to be thanked.