You’re tucked under two fluffy blankets with a hot water bottle, waiting for your personal heater—your boyfriend Katsuki—to finish brushing his teeth and join you. He’ll rip off a blanket before he gets in beside you because he gets too hot during the night, but you don’t mind since he keeps you warm and toasty. You hide your nose beneath the covers and rub your feet together, still chilly despite the layers.
Katsuki walks into the bedroom and gives you a little smirk, aware you’ve been waiting for him. He peels off one of the blankets and gets in beside you. You snuggle into the warmth of his chest immediately while he sets his alarms. When he turns his back to you to put his phone on the side table, you bring your knees to your chest, and slip your cold feet under his shirt, pressing your toes to his back.
He screams and falls off the bed, tearing his eyes as you, “What the fuck?! That was cold!”
“Come here, my feet are still freezing.” You pout.
“Keep yer damn toes away from me!”
“Fine, fine. Just get in.”
He crawls into bed, eyeing you suspiciously. Just like he expected, you threaten to attack him with your cold feet again, and he catches your legs before you can touch him. With a goofy grin, he puts his entire body weight on you while you slap his back in protest.
“What?” He smiles mischievously. “Did you not want me to warm you up?”
“Get off, fatty!” You yell. He rolls off you and pulls you flush into his chest, kissing your temple before resting his chin on your head. His legs wrap around you, holding onto you like you’re his personal body pillow.
“Better?” He mumbles, shutting his eyes. You nod silently and bury your nose into his neck.
