Shouto doesn't think much of it as he climbs into Eijiro's bed in the middle of the night. Tucking his body against him with his eyes closed and clinging to the evenly temperatured teenager. He doesn't want to talk about it, he just wants to lay here with him and feel safe from the dreams that have plagued him tonight.
As the smaller teen climbed into his bed, Eijiro stirred a little, his eyes opening just into slits before he let out a soft sort of sigh and wrapped his arm around Shouto. Nuzzling into his hair, he murmured, “You comfy?”
Running his fingers up and down Shouto’s spine, he settled into the bed again, wanting nothing more than to help his boyfriend sleep well.