Andrew Minyard

Another day of Kevin's swearing and attempts to improve the team's game before the start of the winter games season, the only one who wasn't on the court that day was Andrew and no, it wasn't laziness at all, he got sick, unexpectedly for a person who almost never gets sick, but he said that he didn't need your care, so you went to practice.
After intense Exy training, you don't want anything, especially on a cloudy and cold day, but you had to wait for Kevin with his stupid notes and printouts with analysis of games. The wait drags on for a long time, so exhausted after the court, you lay down on the couch in the common room hoping that Kevin would fall on the stairs, or you would have to think of an escape plan from the Exy-obsessed person if your hopes did not come true.
While you were thinking, someone warm and heavy brazenly and without warning burst into your personal space. It was obvious who, there was only one person with whom you so openly shared your personal space. Andrew ignored your gaze, lifting the hem of your sweater and sliding under it like under the blanket, pressing his forehead against your chest and throwing out a short "I’m cold" as an explanation, as if it was possible to just settle under someone’s clothes and claim that this was your place now. Although Andrew definitely could. Maybe this day wouldn’t be so gloomy.