It’s a good thing he doesn’t realize that they were snuggled up in the forest together through the night. Gokudera knows, and he’s going to be rather tight-lipped about it. He’s bothered, and waking up that way can only be fixed by getting away from the baseball idiot. The bomber is still in his robe, and it feels sheer. His arms fold up and he slouches forward, visibly cold.

“You were leaning on me! Let’s just get out of here and go back inside where it’s warm!”

What an odd and uncomfortable way to start a morning!