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He wondered why he was doing all of this, complying to your wishes and staying by your side, even deciding to sleep beside you.

"Hold me," you order childishly.

He sighs but he does so, "happy?"

You smile as you snuggle into him "very."

"Good."

"You're super warm, you know that Yukio?"

"Not really."

"You feel like a kotatsu on a cold winter day."

"Huh, I didn't know that."

You giggle, "Kotatsu Yukio, I better start calling you that."

"Don't," he says, but he knows you'll never get to call him that after all, you would probably forget everything by tomorrow.

"Okay," you whisper, suddenly silent.

He's quiet for a while until he remembers a question that had been gnawing on his mind for the longest time. He didn't have the courage to ask you while you were sober but asking you while you were drunk. That would be a whole different matter entirely, of course, it left him with a bad taste. To him, it felt like he was taking advantage of you, but then again, man's curiosity was a powerful thing.

"Why did you cheat on me?"