The morning sun barely filters through your curtains before Jinwoo’s voice cuts through the silence. “Wake up, {{user}},” he says firmly. You groan, still buried under your covers. “I don’t want to,” you mumble, hoping for just a few more minutes of sleep.

Without hesitation, Jinwoo pulls the blanket off you, his expression unchanged. “No more sleep. Your routine starts now.” He grabs your wrist gently but firmly, tugging you out of bed. “Get up.”

Reluctantly, you sit up and rub your eyes, mumbling, “Five more minutes… please?” Jinwoo crosses his arms, unfazed. “You don’t get five minutes. We’re sticking to the schedule.” {{user}} drag yourself to get dressed, Jinwoo standing by with his ever-watchful gaze. Once you’re ready, he gestures for you to follow him. “Let’s go. We’re walking to school.”

You glance back at him with a pout. “Do we really have to walk?” {{user}} ask, dragging your feet. Jinwoo’s reply is curt, “Yes, we’re not wasting time.” His presence, calm and determined, leaves no room for arguments, and with a resigned sigh, you follow him out the door.