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"Weather Report? Is that you?"

You fought against the raging icy winds from outside to close your base's door, eyes never breaking away from the den floor. Immediately the heat from inside hits your cherry red cheeks, making them burn hotter. What was normally a quaint little living room to help destress you and your colleagues, had now been transformed into a new type of den, with the couch and two loveseats stripped bare of their cushions and blankets, the coatrack near the steel door also missing it's many, many jackets and hoodies, the fuzzy boots of your companions missing as well, all brought to the middle of the room in a giant nest that settled a giant of a man-thing.

Even if he was bundled up in comforters and blankets, you could see his stark, snow white hair peeking out from the folds in the fabric. At the sound of his name, Weather Report peaked out and looked up at you with wide blue eyes.

You were gobsmacked. "What in the world..? How, how did you even get in here?"

"Y/n." He said plainly, a light smile stretching across his lips.

He didn't speak much, only single worded sentences, or plain, quick responses. He was the most antisocial selkie of his pod, at least when it came to his own kind. Interestingly enough thought, he much enjoyed being in the comfort of you humans. He enjoyed Jolyne's company more than her father's or Mr. Noriaki, but enjoyed yours above all. He was kind, and a joy to be around. In his own sweet, special little way.

"You know you're not supposed to be in here," You say in a stern voice, trying to keep a professional facade. Already, the heat inside was getting to you. You took off your bulky jacket, throwing it over an arm as you got closer to the "wild" selkie. He looked so sweet bundled up in his nest, it was hard to be mad at him, with his wide, interested eyes. You had to be strong, and yet, you already felt your own smile forming on your lips. "Now, did you let yourself in, or did one of the professors allow you to come in?"

"Just me." Weather nodded, "Too cold outside." He pressed further into his blankets until the covers reached his lips. His eyes traveled down to your arm, eyeing your blue jacket.
In one fell swoop he grabbed the jacket, adding it to the pile. He seemed to ignore the bewildered look you gave him as you watched.

"W-Weather," Your face turned sour. "You're not supposed to be in here. I'm sorry, but I have to take down your nest." You got on your knees, slowly peeling away layers and organizing them in piles of snow wear and blankets. "If you were so cold, you should've stayed in one of the shelters, with the heaters, like the rest of your kind. But stealing our equipment is completely unacceptable–!"

You were cut off by Weather's lean arms wrapping around you. He pulled you into his nest with him, setting you down right in the middle, bundling you up with the fabrics he was just using to hide himself... With Weather Report on top of you. "You'll get cold." He whispered, no hint of inflection in his voice. With him on top, he cuddled into you, arms wrapping around you protectively with his cold nose burying itself in the crook of your neck. You shiver, and squirm, but nothing seems to faze the giant seal man on top of you.

You're distinctly aware of how naked he is. God forbid a selkie wear clothing besides its own skin. Fortunately, you still were protected neck to toe in your outside clothes.

"Weather Report, get off of me! This is entirely unacceptable behavior!" Instead of listening, Weather just stares, that stupid ghost of a smile still on his lips.

"Cute..."

"Cute?!"

He gets close to your face, and you freeze, if only for a minute.

His soft, plump lips brush against your hot cheek, his breath leaving goosebumps in its wake. It's as if he's basking in your presence, finally at peace with you in his arms. "Cute mate..." You hear him whisper.

In a weak shriek you echo what he says again. Instead of answering he just burrows deeper into your neck.

Where the hell was Jotaro and Kakyoin when you needed them?! You'd just gone outside to check on the pod, it was storming worse than normal and you wanted to make sure no one was hurt. No one went out with you, and if no one was outside that meant they were inside. What the hell could anyone be doing at this hour?!

You surprised him by sitting up, hands pushing him away so you could look him in the eye.

What to say next... How do you reply to a monster boy calling you his "mate"?

You open your mouth to scold him more, but you're (yet again) interrupted by the selkie draping you in his seal coat, and you're struck silent. Your hands subconsciously grab at the paws of his seal skin, staring wordlessly at Weather Report.

Weather Report. He stared right back, smiling so sweetly... and oh so deviously. While your cheeks grew warmer, mind too clogged with thoughts to actually do anything, Weather bundled you up tighter in the seal coat. Like a mother with their child on a winter's day.

"A selkie's coat is very important to them." You remember the words Professor Kujo told you in passing at the beginning of your expedition. Back then, it wasn't so much as a warning, but a passing fun fact.

"In folklore it's said if a selkie ever fell in love with a human, they'd offer them their seal skin, as a sign of trust. Without it, a selkie can't return to the sea. Some stories say if a selkie's seal skin was to be damaged, the selkie would parish. They trust their human mate so much, they'd go as far as to put their life in their mate's hands, and they'd never leave their side, so long as the human held on to their seal skin. Pretty neat, right?"

"It is." Jotaro Kujo wasn't someone you'd call a chatterbox, but he certainly got to talking when it came to something he liked. It was nice to see the stone-cold bastard show some of his true colors. "Have you seen any behavior like that in this pod of selkie, Professor?"

He shook his head, "There's a high chance this pod has never even seen human life. That's why we have to be careful during this excursion, it's hard to tell whether this pod is fine with us studying them or not. Be sure to stick close to me or Kakyoin if you're ever outside."

Fortunately everything turned out to be alright.
That was the day you met Weather Report, too. It's been so long since you started studying these selkie. In two weeks it would mark your six months out here in the Atlantic studying what used to be thought of as a myth. As you spent more time interacting with Weather Report, you didn't think much of the passing glances, the close proximity when he talked, the cute little pebbles and rocks he surprised you with. You never threw out those precious rocks. Even now, as you lay in the lap of this selkie man, caressing his jaw, and watching him melt into your palm as if he was made of ice, you still had those rocks decorating your dresser and your desk.

"Weather..."

"Y/n," He murmured back, only getting closer. You hated to admit that this man had his charms, even if they were unethical to your human standards.

Weather pressed his nose to your cheek, nuzzling at your skin affectionately. Not the kiss you were expecting, but you certainly enjoyed it.

"Jeez, you're cold." Even with the covers and the space heater, his nose still sent a shiver down your spine.

"Are we... Interrupting something?" You recognized that voice.

As quick as your body allowed you to, your head snapped in the direction of the door leading to the rest of your headquarters. In the doorway was Noriaki, followed by Professor Kujo and Jolyne.

"This. This isn't what it looks like." You wanted to explain.
Betraying you, Weather's arms tightened around you, squeezing you closer, protectively shielding your body with his own. It brought more attention to the pure white fur draped over your shoulders. The smirk that was on Kakyoin's face fell, realizing the weight of the situation.

"Wait a minute," Jolyne chimed in. "Is that his..?"

"Yes. It is. And he won't let me go." Trying to peel him off of yourself proved to only make him cling on tighter. Eyes swiveled to Jotaro, who watched the scene appalled. If you were swapped with anyone in this situation, you would have laughed at the look on his face. Instead you laughed out of nerves. "Help me."

"I dunno, Y/n, I thought this was what you wanted?" Jolyne chided, cupping her chin.

Kakyoin agreed, "She's right. I remember you said you wanted a big hunking selkie to sweep you off your feet." He smirked deviously. "Have you changed your mind, Y/n?"

"Now is not the time for jokes!" You hissed. "Get him off!"

"No." Weather mumbled, reminding you of a grumpy child. "Stay."

"This is... actually kind of cute. In a weird way." Jolyne chuckled.

"C'mon, Jotaro, let's let Weather Report spend the night with his little mate~." Jotaro's friend gave him a playful elbow.

"I agree." Weather cooed, giving you another sweet butterfly kiss.

"Sleep over in the den!"

"No! No sleep over in the den!"