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Nikolai had spent the night at Fyodor's house again. They weren't dating or anything (much to Nikolai's dismay), but they spent a lot of time together, courtesy of Nikolai just dropping by unannounced.
Fyodor hadn't complained, but he had acted rather weird.
The psychopathic Russian seemed to always be cold.
The winters in Yokohama couldn't even compare to the freezing winters in Russia, Nikolai could confirm. He had lived in both Ukraine and Russia, and then, of course, Japan. Russian winters were by far the coldest he'd experienced. So why was he covered in a mountain of blankets and wearing the warmest pajamas possible?
And he was still shivering!
Nikolai couldn't deny that it was cold, but it wasn't that cold.
Not cold enough to merit what looked like fifteen blankets, warm pajamas, and fluffy socks.
Nikolai was thoroughly confused.
"Fedya… you don't need that many blankets…" Nikolai said from where he was lying down on the couch. "It's not thatcold."
Fyodor groaned softly and burrowed further into the blankets.
"C'mon, Dos-kun, you can't seriously be cold…"
"Yes, I can." Fyodor grumbled. "Can a man not seek warmth?"
Nikolai rolled his eyes, laughing softly.
"I'm not saying you cannot seek warmth, I'm just surprised, that you, a Russian-born, is cold enough to have that many blankets on."
"I will murder you." Fyodor threatened.
"Not if I do first~" Nikolai singsonged.
"It's warmed up since last night, and you're still wearing three layers? How many layers do you need?" Nikolai asked incredulously, gaping at the sheer thickness of the clothes that Fyodor was wearing.
He was wearing a wool shirt (not visible from the outside, but Nikolai spotted it as he added more layers on later), a warm white button up, and a fluffy coat that was long as hell. And then, of course, Fyodor's signature hat.
It covered his ears and flattened his hair just a little more, making it appear even more pin straight than it already was.
Fyodor just hummed in response, not bothering to answer the question.
Nikolai knew he also felt more comfortable being warm.
It was still strange, of course.
But Fyodor didn't seem to want to answer the white haired man, so Nikolai remained silent. As much as he wanted to talk, he remained silent and just admired Fyodor with an affectionate gaze.
"I need many layers. I'm perpetually cold, Kolya." Fyodor explained. "I cannot control it. It's a side effect of my ability. Strange, I know."
Ah.
Suddenly everything made sense.
"Then I should be keeping you warm." Nikolai decided, wrapping his arms around his partner without fear.
He wasn't scared of Fyodor.
He never would be.
Fyodor didn't scare him at all.
Fyodor fidgeted under Nikolai, but didn't push him off. In fact, the jester was almost sure that he melted into his touch.
It reassured him that Fyodor did actually care.
"Fedya, it's nearly spring, and you're still dressing like this?" Nikolai asked, pointing to the fluffy coat that Fyodor was wearing. It was white, as many of his clothes were. Nikolai often wondered how he kept it clean, especially with all the killing he partook in.
"I'm still cold." Fyodor explained.
"It's 10 degrees out. That surely is warm enough for you to remove that massive coat."
"Ten degrees is still cold."
"No it's not."
"I'm still cold even with the jacket." Fyodor pouted, pulling his hat further over his ears.
"You're ridiculous." Nikolai decided again.
"And yet you still care about me, no?"
Nikolai soon found out that Fyodor wore the coat all year round.
How had he never noticed?