#danheng

Your teeth chatter, your skin riddled with bumps all over as you try to heat yourself up. Times like this require more blankets but honestly? This was getting really frustrating, scratch that, DAMN ANNOYING.

You wiggle off your bed and stare at it for a long time, thinking of solutions. Large heating pads? No… you’ll start to sweat, just asking to be cooked alive! Blanket pile? You’ll feel suffocated! No.

“Hmm…”

The verbal hum escapes you, thinking of what to do— then it hits you! Birds make nests all the time, maybe if you compact it the way they do… maybe it’d be comfortable! Besides, who says a human can’t nest?

That made you chuckle, thinking of the slightly silly fanfics you’ve been reading. Pulling blankets from your closet and slowly building it up. The wall was mostly comprised of pillows, blankets overtop so they don’t slip around. You stare at your work before completing it with your sheet on top.

You take a moment to admire your work, oval shape to fit you perfectly. You smile in victory, huffing at the slight humor of it all before getting cozy dead center. Pillow comfortably under your head and comforter overtop the entire thing. It was actually quite cozy, you see why birds do it. Super effective.

You started to relax finally, your toes no longer freezing and the chattering in your teeth completely gone. You were just sitting there for a good 15 minutes, watching the cute cat videos March had sent you… only for someone to knock on your door. You wanted to groan, you’re all warm now! How could this be disturbed now of all times?!

“Come in!”

You call out, the door sliding opening and revealing the handsome guard. Oh god, Dan Heng was gonna see your silly idea—

“I just wanted to ask, is there anything specific you want for…”

He looks up from his tablet, staring in confusion at your creation.

“… what is this?”

You wanted to melt. You let out a nervous chuckle and smile, cheeks slightly hotter. Was it the blanket nest or embarrassment? You couldn’t tell.

“I… was cold.”

Dan Heng is contemplating for a while, wondering whether to question if you’re a bird-hybrid or if you’re pulling a Trailblazer on him.

“… you were?”

You nod, sighing in pure embarrassment.

“I was, I swear. I just can’t figure out how to change the temperature in my room. I remember how birds… nest… and I… copied it?”

You sounded so embarrassed and unsure, as if the words weren’t actually comprehending.

Dan Heng stares for a long while again, mind boggled. Clearly.

“Is it weird?”

You spoke out, sheepish and shy all of a sudden. Dan Heng shakes his head quickly in response.

“No. I just find it… cute.”

He realized what he says, stammering for a second.

“Oh, what I mean is—”

“You think it’s cute?”

Oh, he’s done for.

“I…”

He stumbles a bit, completely caught off his guard. He was literally here to ask you about dinner but you’ve decided to pull the cutest stunt in his book. His cheeks slowly start to match yours, his mouth finally moving again.

“I do.”

You two stare at each other, the silence deafening. It’s not until you decided to ask him a question.

“Wanna bundle up with me?”

He wanted to say no, that they’ll be making dinner soon. But this time, he just sighs with a small smile. Moving closer and placing his tablet onto your nightstand.

“Fine, only because you asked me too.”

He’s use to the routine of cuddle time with you, shoes off, coat off. Thats it. He doesn’t mind. They’re bulky anyways. Once he settles down next to you, he realizes how cozy it is. You immediately entice him with videos March sends, cute cat videos and small fail comps she sends to the group chat. The two of you enjoy this moment.

Only for Pom Pom to yell at you that dinner is almost ready.

You had taken two steps into the Passenger Car to be greeted with the AC on, the heat of battle had made you feel like a leather chair in summer. You see Trailblazer and March already getting comfortable and resting on the couch together. But right now? You wanted to go lie in your room, without all the bulky clothes.

You weren’t terribly shy about your appearance, it was more precautionary than anything. Gauntlets, pauldrons, things to protect you from heavier hits… something developed after a previous accident.

Once you got to your room, the heavy gear gets placed onto a standing(headless) mannequin. Something you acquire from March recently. You stare at the metal for a while. The gleam of your tired face said it all, you needed a well deserved nap.

You trudged over to your bed, the moment you hit the sheets it felt like heaven. Cold. So cold. You honestly wished Dan Heng was next to you so you could freeze up rather than be a hot—

“Ehem.”

You weakly turn your head and see Dan Heng with his tablet. A sheepish look on his face.

“… after today. I’d rather have my sights on you.”

You’re quietly registering his words, bold? No. Oh.

“Oh. Yeah sorry—”

He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Please. Never swan dive after trailblazer like that again. I did not need to think I lost two people today.”

He slowly sits down next to you, staring at the tablet as he types quickly.

Anxious. Clearly overwhelmed.

“… you don’t need to type it out now.”

He looks at you, a blank expression where worry should be for a normal person… never good with being animated.

“I have to get this done before I—”

“Five minutes. Just relax for five minutes.”

He’s quiet, looking at you like you’ve grown a second head. There it was. The reluctance that slowly ebbed into acceptance, the sigh that follows was what made you smile.

“… five minutes.”

He slowly turns the tablet off, trying to refrain but he’s too late. He’s accepted his fate here. The moment he rests his head against the pillow, your arms are around his shoulders. Your head buried into the crane of his neck, practically tugging him your way.

“So unfair… cool as ever.”

He groans in annoyance.

“You’re sweaty. Off—”

Not budging. He tries again but nothing. He huffs in frustration before taming his irritation, carefully placing the tablet onto your nightstand and wrapping his arms around you.

As upset as he seemed he was, in fact, in bliss. Holding you safe and making sure you were bouncing off pavement into a bloody mess was the first thing on his mind.

His head slowly shifts, resting his chin onto the top of your head and a hum slipping out of him. It takes a moment before you realized he had quietly slipped into his Imbibitor Lunae form, long hair draping over his neck and messily splayed onto your pillows.

“… thank you.”

He softly mutters, you just grasp him a little tighter. You don’t need to say anything this time, just holding him was enough.

The comfortable silence makes you wonder, what Dan Heng feels right now. You lift your head to ask, just a simple “how are you feeling” only to see his eyes fluttered shut. His chest’s pace was slower than usual.

Asleep.

Oh—!

You say there, staring before smiling.

“Okay. Five minutes.”

You tuck yourself back into his grasp, closing your eyes and taking that well deserved nap.