Josuke and you were practically deemed inseparable. A match made in heaven if you will. To most, most would presume they were a couple, the way they would bicker and tease, shamelessly flirt with one another, it was hardly not noticeable. Except to the both of you. You did everything together, even the friend groups you would hang out with was by the accord of both of you, not one or the other. You were the puzzle piece to each other's canvas's. But what people deemed you most, hell even Okuyasu, the most thick headed of them all, was that you were both, utterly stupid. Why? Not because neither of you acknowledged your feelings for one another, but because of the very premises that you both did acknowledged it, but you both were too fearful and too dense to approach the other about it. And so, the pining and tension hung between you both like an outstretched rubber band, threatening to snap at any second.

*"Damn this blizzard is not letting up," Josuke mumbled rather to himself than you, a shudder eliciting from him. A blanket folded and hung low upon his forearm, he approached you with that stupid cheeky smile of his that you just could not tire of.

With a thump, he practically let himself fall next to you in criss cross form, leaning his back against the foot rest of the sofa as a support for the both of you. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with winter air wafted over you as he settled in close.

*"So what did you pick hm?" Josuke inquired with curious lilt, pointing at the screen before you. As you began to explain to him the reasoning of choice for your film, with flimsy yet sturdy hands Josuke unraveled the blanket, letting it hover a mere few seconds before it enwrapped you both in utter warmth. But the warmth that coursed through Josuke's veins, he seemed to realized, wasn't from the linen cloth sewed upon the blanket, but from something far more personal.

**Oh God, just what did he get himself into?*