Tom sighed, resting his head on his palm, twirling his headphone string with his other hand. He gazed out the window, watching the birds making their nests in the trees or a stray cat curiously watching a mouse from afar. Frost creeped up the sides of the window.

"Heya, pretty boy~"

The voice came from behind him. Tom glanced over his shoulder to see his college roommate, Tord, sitting on his bed with a mischievous grin.

"I'm not in the mood," he muttered tiredly and looked back out the window.

Tord frowned and he sat next to Tom by the windowsill. "What's up?" He asked.

"I said-"

"I want to know; I care about you."

"..."

"So...? What happened?"

"I... I had an anxiety attack in class today."

Tord put an arm around the saddened male. "I hate those," he murmured. "It's alright, though. You survived."

"Barely," Tom scoffed, shrugging off Tord's welcoming arm. He took his headphones off, throwing them onto the bed, and stood up. "I'm going out."

"Where, exactly?" Tord eyed him suspiciously.

"For a walk," he responded simply and threw on his hoodie.

"Mind if I join?" The Norwegian beamed at him.

Tom let out a breath of laughter, pink dusting his cheeks at seeing him so happy. "Not at all." He got some gloves and put them on.

"Thanks!" Tord stood up and grabbed his red hoodie, pulling it on and opening the door. He walked out and down the hallway.

"Wait up!"

--Time Skip--

Both boys' breath were coming out in puffs, billowing around them. They walked down the sidewalk, shivering. It was cold, but not too cold that it was snowing.

"I'm d-dying," Tom's teeth chattered as he rubbed his arms up and down.

Tord put an arm around him and pulled him closer. "Wanna get Starbucks?"

"Yeah," he nodded in agreement.

They wandered around, finally finding one and going inside the small and cozy cafe. Tom sat down at a corner table, slipping off his gloves. Tord ordered hot cocoa and sat at the table, staring dreamily at him. The Brit raised an eyebrow.

"Is there a reason you look like that?"

"I-"

"Two hot chocolates!" A voice called out. "For... Tord?"

Tord went to grab them and sat back down, handing one over to Tom.

"Thanks," he sipped it and winced at how hot it was.

"No problem," Tord chuckled.

--Time Skip--

"Finally we're back!" Tom slammed open the door, taking off his jacket and flinging it onto the floor.

"Woah, I don't want a mess in here," Tord kicked the door close with his heel and picked up the blue, alcohol-smelling hoodie.

"Sorry, dad," Tom scoffed with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. He plopped down on his bed that was up against the wall, the other bed on the opposite side of the room.

"I would prefer daddy," he smirked and sat on Tom's bed, leaning his head against the wall.

"Get off my bed."

"Why should I?"

"Because I said so."

"...and?"

"And it's my bed."

"That's a bit selfish."

Tom huffed and crossed his arms, scooting away from him. Tord reached out to him and pulled him closer.

"Let go of me!"

Tord wrapped his arms around Tom so the Brit's back was up against his chest. Tord rested his chin on Tom's head, humming.

"Norski, I swear," he snarled. "Let. Me. Go."

"But, darling, I'm cold," Tord pouted.

"I don't care."

"Please?"

Tom gave in and closed his eyes, sighing. He leaned backwards into Tord and yawned.

"Tired?" Tord teased.

"Shut up," Tom couldn't help but smile.

"I love you too."

YES I AM GONNA DO A VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL I PROMISE