adrino; shelter <3
Adrien wasnât quite sure where Nino had come by the concept that Adrienâs childhood was lacking, but seeing as Ninoâs solution was an excess of pillow forts and ice cream, Adrien couldnât complain.
However, the lack of complaint didnât extend to being used as Ninoâs personal body-pillow.
âBro. Bro, youâre squishing me.â
âNuh-uh,â Nino mumbled into his hair, mashing buttons on his 3DS above Adrienâs head.
âUh-huh,â said Adrien into the pillow his face was being smushed into, âSquished, bro. So squished.â
It wasnât a bad feeling, precisely, but more of a baffling one. Adrien would have thought that Nino was trying to give him cuddles in a Bro Code accepted way, except that one, Nino was one of the honestly cuddliest people he knew, and two, these werenât much like cuddles at allâNino was just straight-up using him as a mattress pad.
âYouâre co-o-omfortable,â Nino yawned, and went right back to button-mashing.
Patently ridiculous. Adrien was barely more than skin and bones no matter how much he ate. âMy metabolism says no.â
âYour metabolismâs lying,â said Adrienâs long and gangling friend, who was long and who gangled.
âMmmrgh,â Adrien grumbled and subsided. It was kinda boring, but Ninoâs long, gangling limbs were warm, and he didnât have any better place to be, really.
Adrien let his face bury itself in Ninoâs pillow and let the atmosphere inside the pillow fort sink in.








