Shuuichi looks for the warmth in a freezing world that would hold him higher than anything else no matter how hard the wind blows.
Shuuichi walked into the apartment. "Yu…" He shook his head. I better not disturb him.
He removed his shoes and walked slowly and silently to the bedroom to change his clothes. He took the small blanket from the couch in the living room and went to the office. He peeked in. "Yuki," he said in almost a whisper. He waited a few seconds. "Yuki, may I sit next to you?"
"Whatever," came Yuki's reply over the continuous typing and the occasional, frustrated exhale.
Shuuichi walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He sat on the chair next to Yuki's and looked around aimlessly. As he began to droop, Yuki's voice came brought him back. "Go to bed."
He hummed. "It's cold in bed."
"That's because you're barefoot, idiot."
"That's ok, I'm getting warmer now," Shuuichi said, his words very slightly slurred from tire.
He kept looking at the screen, not noticing his head leaning towards Yuki's armrest.
Yuki paused typing to look back at what he wrote. He leaned his hand on the rest and looked down when it felt a little higher than normal. Idiot. I told him to go to bed.
When Shuuichi opened his eyes again, comfortable warmth engulfed him. "Hmm?" Barely registered arms and a leg wrapping him tightly to a body, and the softness of the bed's covers over him was a silent, soft, sweet, endless lullaby. Mm… I love you, Yuki.