(Temperature is in Fahrenheit)

Makoto shivered and walked over to the thermostat to check the temperature.

"59 degrees?!"

Haru walked over to him to see what all the fuss was about.

"Hm?"

"Is it cold in here to you?"

Haru blushed faintly and mumbled indifferently. "Um... I don't know..."

Makoto tilted his head to the side. How could Haru not be cold? He was freezing alive!

"Is it okay if I turn it up a little?"

Haru nodded wordlessly.

Soon, it was time for bed and Makoto pulled the blanket up to his chest.

"Goodnight Haru. I love you." He gave the smaller boy a soft kiss. He and Haru had just confessed their feelings about a month ago before coming to Tokyo and he didn't know how comfortable Haru was with intimate gestures, so he didn't push it.

Haru returned the kiss. "I love you Makoto."

Haru then pulled the blanket up to his neck, but stayed awake, as if waiting for something.

Makoto fell asleep for a few minutes until a shiver crept up his spine and his eyes snapped open.

Why was it so cold?!

Haru heard Makoto's teeth chattering and turned to look at him.

"Are you cold?"

"Y-yeah! I turned the heat up... B-but it's still-"

Haru cut him off. "Here." He shifted and wrapped his arms around Makoto's waist.

Makoto froze. "H-Haru is this... okay?" Haru buried his head into Makoto's chest to reinforce.

"Of course is it." He tangled their legs together. He looked up to Makoto suddenly with a hurt expression. "Is it... okay with you?"

"Y-Yes!" He answered too quickly. Makoto returned the embrace and sighed in content. He had wanted this for so long; To just be able to hold Haru in his arms. All traces of coldness were replaced with a blossoming heat.

"So warm..." Makoto murmured, losing consciousness.

The next morning, Makoto woke up with a smile when he saw Haru was still entwined in his arms. He kissed the raven haired boy on the cheek and pulled the covers up higher.

Jeez, it was still cold!

His teeth chattered and he couldn't stand it anymore. It was even worse when he left the soothing warmth of Haru's arms. He got up to check the thermostat.

"57 degrees?!" He muttered. Haru soon followed him with a yawn.

"Haru, I think our air conditioner is broken." Haru's eyes widened for a split second.

"Why?"

"I turned it up last night before we went to bed but it went back down. It's not cold to you?"

Haru shrugged. "It's probably nothing."

"Hmm... I could've sworn I turned it up to 68 last night though..."

Haru said nothing and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

That night, Makoto made sure to check the temperature before going to bed. It was at 68 degrees.

Even so, he soon woke up from his peaceful slumber in violent shivers, although he had dressed much more warmly tonight. Haru, almost as if expecting it, wordlessly wrapped his arms around Makoto's waist and Makoto automatically held him close.

Makoto could definitely get used to this. He felt guilty for wishing the air conditioner would stay broken longer.

"58..." He checked the thermostat the next morning. "It's definitely broken..."

Haru strangely remained silent in this matter so Makoto didn't say anything else.

He didn't really want it fixed anyways. He just sighed and supposed he would call someone to work on it eventually.

That night before bed, Makoto turned the temperature up to 68 degrees, however pointless it might be, and went to bed.

Routinely, he woke up only a few minutes after falling asleep.

Something was different this time... It wasn't cold. And Haru wasn't next to him.

Almost on cue, he heard the rumble of the air conditioner and frosty air blasted through the vents. Was it... Haru turning the air down?!

Makoto sleepily crept out of bed and went into the living room to find Haru setting the temperature.

"H-Haru?" Makoto said, rubbing one eye.

Haru went completely still upon hearing the familiar gentle voice.

"What are you doing?"

Haru slowly turned around, and despite the darkness, Makoto could make out a deep blush creeping all the way down his neck. Haru couldn't even look at him and stared at the floor.

"H-Has it been... you... this whole time?"

Haru nodded slightly, mortified at being caught in his heist.

"Why... didn't you say anything? And why so cold?" Makoto tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner. If it was even possible, Haru blushed even redder and bit his lip, still not capable of forming words. Makoto was completely stumped for a split second until he was suddenly struck with the realization.

"Oh, Haru-Chan!" He erupted into soft giggles.

"S-Shut up." Haru huffed.

Makoto captured him in a giant bear hug and kissed him all over.

Haru had just wanted to cuddle, all along. Everything made sense now.

"You know you could've just said you wanted to cuddle." Makoto was obviously enjoying this.

"I didn't know if you wanted to..." Haru offered as an excuse.

"Of course I want to!" Makoto kissed Haru on the cheek. "Haru-Chan is so cute." He murmured.

"I am not." He disagreed, although he was quite clearly losing this battle. (Although he would never admit how much he loves it when Makoto calls him cute.)

Makoto chuckled once more. "I think he is." He entwined their fingers together.

"Let's go to bed, ne? I promise we can cuddle every single night if that's what Haru wants." Makoto smiled gently.

Haru nodded. "I do." He said in all seriousness.

"Me too."

That night they both slept even warmer.