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Cold Mornings

in which lazy mornings with your boyfriend are hard to come by, but he’s always looking for your warmth in the winter

todoroki natsuo x reader

word count: 1.4k genre: fluff type: one-shot reader: neutral (no pronouns, neutral terms, neutral clothing) warnings: little makeout

derived from this prompt fill

“s’cold,” he mumbles, and you raise your mug up to your mouth to hide your grin.

“maybe you should put on a shirt, then,” you reply. he’s in nothing but a pair of flannel sleep pants, and though you’re not complaining about his bare chest, the solution to his problem is fairly obvious.

“you’re wearing, like, all of my clean ones.”

“oops. too slow.”

“you’re lucky you look better in them than i do.”

When you met Natsuo two years ago as a first year university student, you’d never have guessed how goddamn cold the man gets in the winter.

The first year you simply laughed at his daily whining about the temperature every time you went outside; he’d drag you to get hot drinks at cafés and show up to study sessions with no less than five layers on his torso to defend against the chill outside. Now, though—a solid few months into dating him—his go-to way of warming up is leaching heat from you.

It’s not like you’d complain. Sure, it’d be a bit nicer in the summer, but any excuse to let your boyfriend cling to you is a good one. You just make sure there’s plenty of blankets on the bed when you spend the night.

This morning, you wake up under the aforementioned plenty of blankets with Natsuo curled up against your chest as close as humanly possible, nothing below your eyes above the blanket—but that’s enough to see the heavy snowfall through the window on the other side of the bed you’re laying in.

Despite Natsuo’s distaste for the temperature, you’ve always loved the winter. Waking up like this, the snuggly heat of the blankets and your boyfriend’s broad chest against you, is undeniably something you’ve been enjoying since early November.

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Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed. <3