The alarm clock on the bedside table rang indicated the early hours of dawn, and a beam of light slipped through the gap between the two curtains, casting a glow over the bed and on your legs.

You lay facing the window, partially obscured by the curtain, while Sanemi occupied the opposite side of the bed, his arms resting behind his head.

The previous night had been marked by a heated argument, leaving an uncomfortable silence hanging between you.

He stared at the ceiling, deliberately avoiding you, while you attempted to find rest, though it proved difficult. You were aware that he was also awake, as his breathing remained steady and devoid of snoring; you could hear him exhale in frustration, clearly irritated by the ongoing silence.

The atmosphere was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to Sanemi's typically vibrant demeanor. He shifted his position to face you, his eyes fixed on your back, which was turned away from him, and he gradually propped himself up in bed.

(Give him a lots of cuddles, guys :⁠-⁠D)