And here is day 4! Unlike the rest of the stories, I didn't plan this one out all the way ahead of time, I just sorta made it up as I went along. As a result I think it's pretty uninspired, but I'm still happy with how it came out. Warning for some (slight) sexual content near the end. Enjoy!


Frozen

Of all the times for the A/C to start malfunctioning again, it just had to be on the coldest day of the year. Kyoko Kirigiri idly wondered if her husband's infamously erratic luck had anything to do with it. She clutched her winter coat as she shivered, trying to preserve her body heat as she entered the school's faculty lounge.

Scanning the room, Kirigiri searched for her objective. She passed by several of her co-workers who were suffering the cold in their own ways, including a young couple who were cuddling in an attempt to warm up (which, she had to admit, was a really good idea), a teacher who was under so many layers of clothing that they were completely unrecognizable, and her close friend Aoi Asahina pitifully trying to bite into a donut that was nearly frozen solid. She ignored these poor souls and strode across the room towards her target: the coffee machine. Sighing in relief, she began brewing herself a pot; the thought of the hot black liquid already made her feel warmer. As she waited for the machine to finish its work, a young secretary approached her.

"U-um, e-e-excuse me, Vice-Princip-p-pal?" she stuttered between clattering teeth and intense shivers.

"Yes?" Kyoko responded, glancing impatiently at the coffee machine to her side and silently urging it to hurry up.

"Y-you wouldn't happen t-to know w-when the t-temperature will be going b-b-back to n-normal, would you?" she asked. Kyoko was honestly surprised that the poor girl could even form a complete sentence.

"I'm afraid not," she replied. "I'm going to go ask the Headmaster myself later."

The secretary nodded, giving her a grateful smile. "I s-s-see, th-thank you, mam. H-have a nice day," she said before walking away.

As soon as the coffee was done, Kyoko poured herself a mug and headed towards the Headmaster's office. Inside she saw Makoto wearing a fur coat over a hoodie over his normal suit rubbing himself for warmth as he did his work.

"Headmaster, we have to do something about this cold," she said as she walked in, prompting him to look up from his work.

Makoto sighed. "Yeah, I know. I already made a call to have it fixed. They're sending someone over but since the snow is blocking most of the roads it's going to take them a while to get here."

Kyoko groaned in frustration. "Well what are we supposed to do, we can hardly conduct class in this temperature, should we just send the students home?" she asked.

He scratched his head in thought for a minute before sighing again. "Yeah, I think that would be for the best… we might as well let everyone go home where they can turn on a heater."

A minute later he turned on the PA system and announced that the school was closing early and that all students and faculty could leave early. He sighed and leaned back against his chair.

Kyoko smiled as she took a sip of her coffee. "So, shall we go home then?"

Makoto frowned. "You'll have to go on without me, I need to stay here."

"What? Why?" she asked.

"Because," he replied slumping forward in his chair and laying his head on his desk pitifully. "I need to be here when the repairmen show up so they can fix the A/C for tomorrow. Otherwise we're just going to have the exact same problem."

Kyoko groaned in frustration. He was right, of course, and it was rather obvious in hindsight. But she was a bit distracted by the thought of snuggling under a warm blanket. With a determined frown, she set her coffee down on his desk, then walked over to the door and closed it, then locked it.

Makoto blinked in confusion. "Huh? Why'd you close the door?"

"So that no one can see me do this," she replied as she strode to his desk and casually sat herself down on his lap.

"W-w-w-what?" he stammered, blushing madly. "Kyoko! What are you doing?"

"I'm keeping you company until we can both go home," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Y-yes but why are you sitting on my lap?" he asked.

"Because," she said as she snuggled closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. "In the midst of all this cold, you're somehow very warm, and this helps us both fight off the cold."

Makoto gulped nervously. "You don't have to stay, you know. You could just go home without me, I'm fine, really."

"Maybe," she replied. "But I feel like keeping you company. And besides, you owe me for all the cold today."

"Huh? Why?!" he asked indignantly.

"Because, the fact that the A/C just happened to malfunction on the coldest day of the year is probably due to your luck," she replied grumpily.

He sighed in defeat. "I don't know, usually when my luck does something bad, it ends up balancing out with good luck, and I don't see that happening any time soon."

Kyoko smirked. "I don't know about that, you might get lucky when we get home if I still need you to warm me up."

Makoto's entire face turned redder than a tomato as he shot up, sitting ramrod straight in his seat and turning into a stammering mess. "K-K-K-K-Kyoko!"

His wife giggled mischievously as she poked him on the cheek. "Your face is heating up, dear. See? I'm helping you stay warm. I'll expect you to return the favor, of course."


Back at the faculty lounge, Asahina blew on the donut in a vain attempt to heat it up to an edible- or at least chewable- temperature. A single tear rolled down her face as she failed.

"I just wanted to eat my donuts…"


Is it obvious that I couldn't think of an actual ending for this one?