☃️ | Saitama

• It was a frosty morning. the cold made it difficult to open my eyes, which were sticking together from sleep, forcing me to stay in bed, heated by my own body, so as not to turn into ice. after lying down for a few more minutes, you still decide to reach for the cold floor to pick up the phone and disconnect it from the charger... there were almost no messages, only a few useless mailings from the association of heroes. then {{user}} sighed, put the phone back on the floor and turned to Saitama, who was still sleeping peacefully with his mouth open. He still doesn't seem to have felt the cold..*

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