Summary: Your name is Kankri Vantas and you have just come home to an unexpected surprise.
Day Six: Wearing each other's clothes
Rating: No content warnings

The professor has been prattling on and on about something that's been making you want to stand up and take over the lecture. But you know that that would be bad form. So when he decides to let the class go early you can't help but to rush back to your building. You park your car carefully, avoiding the snowbanks against the curb. You check for all of your things and go up to your apartment. You lock the door behind you and take off your shoes before taking off your back pack and coat, then hanging them on their hooks.

You move into your kitchen and begin to make yourself a cup of hot cocoa when you notice a pair of boots by the door. They're far too large to be yours and you only know one other person who has your apartment key. You put down your mug and grab your keys. You have a container of mace on them and you're ready to use it if there's an intruder.

You open each door that you pass, starting with the closet. You don't find anything until you open the door to your room. On the bed is someone curled up wearing one of your sweaters, a discarded t-shirt lies next to him. You frown as you sit on the bed.

"Cronus, dear." You push at his shoulder and he rolls onto his back with a groan.

"Babe? I... Oh fuck." He sits up and fidgets with the sweater. "I guess I have some explaining to do, huh?"

You roll your eyes. "I would appreciate it if you'd at least send me a text when you're coming over, Cronus. I was worried that there was an intruder." You lean over him and put your keys on the bedside table.

He pulls you down into his warm embrace. "Yeah, sorry babe. But really what intruder would leave their fucking boots at the door?"

You lay on top of him and give him your best disgruntled face. "You know that I worry about break ins, Cronus."

He smiles and presses a soft kiss to your lips. "Sorry about that, babe. I'll let you know next time I swing by."

"Thank you. Now..." You look over at his shirt. "...why exactly are you wearing one of my sweaters?"

He grimaces. "I, uh," he clears his throat, "I wanted to feel close to you and you were in close..." He shrugs.

You pull out of his arms and roll off of him. You lean up and look over at his discarded shirt. "To feel close to me?"

"Yeah." You swallow as you pull off your sweater. You're thankful for your undershirt as you reach for his. "What are you doing?"

You hold onto his shirt as for a moment and speak as you pull it over your head. "What does it look like I'm doing?" You look over to him once you have it on.

He grins at you and you can't help but to smile back. "It looks like you're putting on my fucking shirt."

"And that's exactly what I did." You pull the collar over your nose and inhale, taking in his scent. "I do feel close to you wearing this."

"Why don't you feel close to me by coming over here?" He pouts and stretches out an arm towards you.

You chuckle as you move back to him and press a kiss to his lips. "I like that idea."

He hums as he wraps his arms around you. "You look fucking hot in my shirt, babe."

Your face flushes and you look away. "And you look rather fetching in my sweater..." You swallow and glance back. "Would you like a cup of cocoa? I was making some before I saw your boots..." You hope that he takes the hint.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah sure."

"I'll go get that now then." He move away from his quickly, your ears warm and face flushed. You turn on your electric kettle and put the powder in your mugs while you wait. As it goes off, you pour the water in and stir it quickly. The whole process takes your mind off of him calling you hot.

You carry the mugs into your room and set one by your keys. He looks up at you and smiles. "Thanks babe, you're the best."

"It's not a problem, Cronus. And I am by no means the best. That implies that someone is then the "worst" and you know that that creates privilege."

He laughs as he takes his mug. "Sorry, babe. Didn't mean to imply you had best boyfriend privilege."

You take a sip of your cocoa as you try to hide your smile. You watch him as he drink his as well, blowing at it carefully so that he doesn't burn his tongue. You love these moments. You put your mug down and he does the same. You crawl back onto the bed and lay down next to him. You curl up beside him and he wraps his arms around you again.

You lean up and press a soft kiss to his lips before resting your head on his shoulder. You know with utmost clarity that this could fall into the category of a perfect moment, and you relish in all of the details of it as you bask in his warmth.