𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 (ᵇⁿʰᵃ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 [♡]

the blizzard outside whirled around outside the window as you were waiting for him to arrive, scrolling through twitter to pass the time while your switch was laying on the side of your bed, almost fully charged.

your eyes shot up when you heard the doorknob slowly turn open, revealing the tall purple haired figure holding up a black nintendo switch with a small chococat dust plug in the earphone jack shuffling towards your bed with a mischievous grin on his face.

"what evil things have you been up to the last time you were here?" you ask slyly as he gets himself comfy against the massive [f/a] plushie plopped the wall, perpendicular to your pillow. 

"i finally got it."

"got what?"

"my dad got me an xbox gift card for christmas and i finally made an account."

your eyes shot open in surprise. "seriously?!"

"yea!" he chuckled "let me add you so we can finally play."

you put your phone hastily and grabbed your switch to open it and waited for minecraft to load. you both exchanged usernames and with that, the two of you played into the chilly late night hours until the 'low console battery' notification popped up on both your screens, yours coming after of course.

as shinsou sat up to stretch out his cramped back, he looked over to your balcony window at the snow that was lazily falling over a pale periwinkle sky, realizing the two of you had pulled an all-nighter. 

his eyes then followed to your figure, practically asleep, laying on your side with your almost-dead switch next to you, looking as peaceful as ever. his cheeks flooded with warmth at the sight of you so peaceful.

then, you started to curl up into the fetus position as you mumbled angrily, "when the hell is mr. aizawa going to call someone about the heater?" 

it was then when he realized just how cold the room was. the students' teacher had explained the day before that something was wrong with the furnace and the heat would be temporarily turned off for about a day and a half at the most.

the purple-haired teen chuckled to himself as he carefully picked you up bridal style and set you against the side of your pillow closer to the stuffed animal against the wall as he gently set your switches aside on your nightstand and grabbed the [f/c] flannel blanket that had somehow ended up on the floor and gently placed it over you and him as he shuffled to get comfy next to you. he then reached over to the foot of your bed to grab a corner of the now bunched-up comforter and placed it over the first blanket.

he fixed some things up so you both were completely underneath the mound of blankets. by this point you were knocked out (thankfully), so he shuffled over to bring you closer to him under his chin. he looked down to plant a kiss on your forehead before you both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, thankful that tomorrow was the weekend.

s.n: everyone was confused as to why the two of you weren't seen until the evening hours looking even more tired than usual. you were both thankful someone had fixed a plate of dinner for you each by the time you had woken up.