Iwaizumi Hajime was the earliest riser you knew. He stuck with a routine no matter what: waking up at 5:30 AM to jog around the neighborhood or city. He finally convinced you to join him for one jog and you’ve never wanted sleep more than now.

“It’s already 5:45. Come on, get your damn lazy ass up!” He urged. “We’ll miss the sunrise.”

The man already had his backpack full of snacks in case you grew hungry as well as ice water. He tapped his foot impatiently, his loose shorts and track jacket meaning absolute business.