Imagine waking up next to Shiro on a beautiful winter morning. A snowstorm is dancing and howling outside Felwinter Peak. Cold air and the smell of snow and gunpowder lingers in your bedroom. Familiar yellow is blurring your sleepy and dazed vision. Shiro just came home from another mission and he brought winter into your bed. His cold armor burns your bare skin in the most gentle way and that’s what’s left of the snow is lazily melting, leaving long streaks of tears on his chest plate. But right now you don’t mind wet and dirty armor staining your bedsheets at all. He’s here with you and that’s all that matters. Your head is resting on his arm, while your thigh is comfortably slung around his waist. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.” His voice is smooth and sharp, just like one of his knives. Goosebumps. Always. “Morning, handsome.”, you give back with a tired smile as your fingertips explore the dots on his exotic chest armor. You’ve never seen frosty cyan optics glow so warm. His black lips plates form a soft smile and he moves closer, covering your body with his big yellow cloak. You feel so warm and secure. Snowstorms aren’t that bad when he’s there...
