Dimension

Chapter 12

This room...is freezing. So cold that even the thickest blanket wouldn't help. The freezing cold can painfully gnaw on skin and rip each and every cell from a bodies wall if movement were restricted. It's painful.

Cold is like loneliness in person. It's gentle caress pins into you like needless as it whispers that it'll stay like this forever. That the feeling of sand paper skin will be enbedded into your being which no lotion can smooth.

It's a brainfreeze at night. Your thoughts are stuck on that loneliness. The hope of happy endings have stopped moving. You would've thought that the cold would be kind to you at the beginning of summer, but you could feel your skin turn blue. There's a reason why you call it frost bite.

(Y/n)'s chest started to heave heavily, panic closing in. A warm familiar hand suddenly burst into her cold presence. It's grip was firm, the warmth penetrated through the thick icy wall of solitaire as an arm snaked around her waist. A strong body pressed against her back and a warm breath trailed down her spine.

"It's kind of cold tonight, don'tcha think?", the girl asked rhetorically as she nuzzled into her jacket, the wind licking at her runny nose.

The man just shrugged, "I guess it is..."

His pause made clear that something's going to bother him. They were both on their way back home from their emotional ride, his eyes immediately dried out due to the strong wind. (Y/n) knew it would be just as cold in the small barn, normal clothing, a blanket and a sleeping bag will definitely not be enough. Or so she thought.

"Hey...Aizawa...", her frozen fingers fumbled with her zipper, "...Would you mind sleeping in my room tonight?"

And here they were, somehow in the same bed. The barricade of pillows have fallen, scattered around them. Soft walls never hold a subconcious body back from falling into it.

Her body froze along with the monochrome room like a prey circled by it's predator. As if a sleepy cat had nestled in her lap, any small movement was cancelled. But that warmth was so addictive, primal urges pushed her body towards it for comfort but the movement rule stops her.

Slowly like a snake on its hunt, her fingers glided over to her phone to check the time. How long can she enjoy this rather forbidden moment? She twitched slightly at the sudden brightness. 5:47! The alarm will go off in about 40 minutes.

Instead of removing himself from her warmth, his nose pressed against her shoulder as he completely pulled her in. The cold had creeped up his clothes, the blanket not having restrained it's uncomfortable grasp. His dazed mind didn't care on what he clung onto. It's warm and the Aura rather comforting. She subconciously knew that this might happen, a long set of clothing having highlighted her thoughts.

Shit! Her body started to tingle uncontrollably in rather private spaces. Even in sleep she finds him to be somewhat of a gentleman, hand completely avoiding any inappropriate places. The thought of him going for it was rather nice, but the poster of him glaring down at her made her blush. This is crazy!

Before her thoughts could escalate on what could happen in this position were stopped by a shitty memory. The inappropriate thoughts vanished as she slightly whimpered at it. She hates herself so much right now. A fucking hypocrite is what she is.

His hand suddenly used from her stomach as he grasped after the blankets edge, pulling it up to her shoulder. Is he awake? Was he startled by the shiver? This situation is really weird! This position is weird...and really sexualized!

She shuffled from his grip to turn around, having to face him to answer her questions and get more comfortable. And there he slept. A faint light gave his features a faint glow. His shoulder rose to each slow breath and his hair slowly but surely traced down his face.