The night's cold but Shikamaru likes it this way. He can't stand it when it's hot; it makes him restless and even more annoyed than usual. He hates the sun beating down on his face and his neck, with the damned rays piercing his skin like a million microscopic kunai.

There's comfort in a certain type of warmth though. This one isn't painful, nor is it annoying. At least, not that annoying. The heat isn't stifling like hot summer air.

It's hard imagining life without this sort of warmth.

-

"Damnit, it's fucking cold," Naruto muttered, throwing his bolster off the bed. He turned over and swung an arm and a leg over Shikamaru, clinging onto him. "You know, you're not helping at all. You're even colder than me."

"And you're like a fireplace. I didn't ask for you to hold me to sleep you know."

"Ahhh, don't put it that way. Makes me sound like some sissy."

"A sissy who can't sleep just because it's cold," Shikamaru muttered sleepily, though that state of sleepiness was short-lived because his remark earned him a good pinch on the ass.

"OUCH! Bastard."

"Hn."

"Go to sleep."

"Stop talking."

"WHAT?"

"Shhhh."

Shikamaru rolled his eyes. He was usually the - well, shusher, not the shushed. But he couldn't help the small grin that was on his face.

"Shikamaru?"

"Now, look who's talking."

"Fine."

"Well, what?"

"Nothing."

"...Weirdo."

And even though Shikamaru couldn't see it because Naruto had buried his face in his back, Naruto had the exact, same grin on his lips.