Chifuyu Matsuno, the vice captain of the Tokyo Manji Gang's first division, has found himself falling in love with the girl sitting behind him in his science class with the pretty hair clip.
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You woke up to a blanket covering the button of your nose and the sound of a pencil scratching against paper.
You smell the shampoo of Chifuyu's hair from your spot against his shoulder, the cold wind gusting in through the crack in the window. The children outside are still playing, though not as loud. You can hear the clank of dishes from the kitchen as well as Jouta cheerily telling mom about school.
You wondered how long you'd been passed out. While the sky still looked the same shade, the air had definitely become colder than it had been before.
You can feel Chifuyu shuffle beside you, the tips of his fingers brushing along yours like a painting. You can feel the comforting warmth of his hand within yours, the rounded joints of his slim fingers keeping their hold light.
The air outside is loud as it whisks against the glass of your window, the warm light of your desk lamp on to create a comforting atmosphere.
Your eyes are still groggy as they squint close, your face pushing deeper into the embrace of Chifuyu's shoulder. You wished this moment would never end, slightly holding Chifuyu's fingers back as you slipped back into your slumber
The blond above you holds in a breath, the sound of his pencil dropping onto his paper and a little movement from the sleeve of his sweater catching your ear.
Chifuyu was losing it.
He held a hand to his mouth to cover the smile adorning his face, stomach churning anxiously every time he felt the grip you had on his hand tighten. Were you doing this on purpose?
The knuckles on his thin fingers were red from the dry, frigid air entering the room. Chifuyu wanted to close the window so bad, but he was stuck in this position as you were glued to his arm.
Although he was freezing to death by now, he was keeping you warm and comfortable. He would never do anything to change that.
Your head shuffles slightly against the sleeve of Chifuyu's sleeve, rubbing the material against freezing skin. Chifuyu makes a quiet sound of discomfort, wincing his eyes shut until the pain subsided.
"You're cold."
Your voice is slightly raspy, a sting grinding against your throat.
Through hazy vision and careful steps, you rise from your seat beside Chifuyu. You feel the temperature in your forehead burst, stumbling a bit as you walk to close the window. Chifuyu chases after, holding your arms whilst you clamped the lock on the window down. The whistle of air brushes loudly against your window.
"You're getting worse; I'll get your mom really quick," Chifuyu ushers out, speeding to put you down on your bed and sprint down the hall to your mother in the kitchen. You stop him with your hand, grabbing at his fingers that trembled with suspense and ache.
You stare up at him with a look in your eyes he couldn't seem to comprehend in that moment. "You'll come back, right?"
Chifuyu could feel the vulnerability tremble through his bones from your voice. He feels his arm go weak as you squeeze a finger, looking up hopefully for an answer. A part of the blond wanted to hold you in that bed then and there. He wanted to tell you that everything would be okay. But he didn't know if that was true, so the most he could do was hope.
