Riddle Rosehearts

Heartslabyul's winter season was always rather... how do you say it... Unbearable.

The dorm members seemed to have adjusted to it- as they should have- however, you had not, considering that the only reason you were here was to spend time with your boyfriend, who had invited you to study. Though, you had completed your part on all the projects that would be assigned before winter break- and you suppose you could blame Riddle's business on choosing to work alone.

The only one really doing any work at the moment was him- you had nothing to do. The only reason you accepted his invitation was so you could spend more time around him, but it's worth noting your decision comes with sitting in the freezing dorms of Heartslabyul.

"Cold?" Riddle questioned, looking over to you with a raised eyebrow. "I suppose it is rather chilly."

Your boyfriend got up from his seat at his desk. The sound of his chair softly scraping the floor caught your attention, before he turned his desk lamp off- though his main room light still flickered with a faint glow. His footsteps were light thumps on the glazed wooden flooring as he strode over to his closet. You watched him rummage through all his hung up clothes, curiosity present on your features.

After a moment or so, he let out an ah and pulled out an article of clothing, before shutting the closet once again. He turned back to you.

Riddle's hands went out the brush away the red curtains that surrounded his bed, before he sat down next to you. The bed sunk slightly upon the weight of another person. "This should help," Your lover said, holding a red sweater out to you.

Was this real? Riddle Rosehearts, the infamously harsh housewarden of Heartlabyul, was offering you his sweater. You suppose it isn't too much of a shock, considering how you had always opened up his lovey-dovey side. No protests were uttered. You thanked him and put it on before he could take it back.

However, not even a few minutes after, Riddle noticed you once again start to shiver. Clearly, you did not do well in this weather. As you were stuck in your inner thoughts, the feeling of your boyfriend's hands lifting yours snapped you out of your trance. "You are still cold?" He asked with slight concern, his warm touch a stark contrast from yours. His head tilted slightly, examining your hands for a moment- however, he soon looked back up at you. "...Hold my hands." Riddle gave you a soft smile, scooting closer to you and letting you lean against his shoulder.