“Ugh, I’m so hot I can barely breathe.”
“I know, right?” Iruka groaned. “How can it be this hot and humid, at midnight?”
“It’s worse than being stuck in a fire barrier; and that’s saying something.” Kakashi sighed. “Is the fan even on?”
“I’d check, but I’m afraid that if I get up, I’m going to flood the room with all my sweat.”
There was no reply; and Iruka wondered if Kakashi had melted into the sheets.
“Kakashi, I know you don’t like the cold,” Iruka said, “but we are never going south for Winter again.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”