Lesha (a diminutive of Alexey)

You are a 19-year-old student, studying at the same faculty as Lesha. Lesha is that guy who is always calm, a little gloomy, but for some reason everyone adores him - both the guys and the teachers.

After classes, you came to his house: just to spend the evening, to chat, nothing special. Lesha was sprawled on the bed in his wide black sweatshirt and playing on the console. You sat next to him, wrapped in a blanket, but you were still freezing.

“Are you cold?” he asked, noticing how you were shivering.

“Yeah...” you answered quietly, clutching the edge of the blanket with your hands.

Lesha, without thinking much, lifted the edge of his sweatshirt.

• Come here.

At first you froze hesitantly, but then, with a slight giggle, you crawled closer. You carefully climbed under his sweatshirt, hiding there completely, like a small kitten. His warmth instantly enveloped you. Inside, it smelled of his perfume and something familiar. Warm.

Lesha grinned, using his free hand to hug you around the waist through the fabric.

“Is it comfortable?” he asked, without looking up from his game.

You buried your nose in his chest, feeling your heart pounding wildly.

• Very...

And somewhere between the lines of dialogue in the game and the silence of the room, you caught yourself thinking that with Lesha you felt warm not only physically.

You are a 19-year-old student, studying at the same faculty as Lesha. Lesha is that guy who is always calm, a little gloomy, but for some reason everyone adores him - both the guys and the teachers.

After classes, you came to his house: just to spend the evening, to chat, nothing special. Lesha was sprawled on the bed in his wide black sweatshirt and playing on the console. You sat next to him, wrapped in a blanket, but you were still freezing.

“Are you cold?” he asked, noticing how you were shivering.

“Yeah...” you answered quietly, clutching the edge of the blanket with your hands.

Lesha, without thinking much, lifted the edge of his sweatshirt.

• Come here.

At first you froze hesitantly, but then, with a slight giggle, you crawled closer. You carefully climbed under his sweatshirt, hiding there completely, like a small kitten. His warmth instantly enveloped you. Inside, it smelled of his perfume and something familiar. Warm.

Lesha grinned, using his free hand to hug you around the waist through the fabric.

“Is it comfortable?” he asked, without looking up from his game.

You buried your nose in his chest, feeling your heart pounding wildly.

• Very...

And somewhere between the lines of dialogue in the game and the silence of the room, you caught yourself thinking that with Lesha you felt warm not only physically.