The morning sun spilled gently into the room, wrapping the space inhabited by the trio in a warm embrace as the soft chirps of birds outside worked to wake them up.

It was Nam-Gyu who opened his eyes first, always one to struggle with sleep. He grabbed the remote and switched off the TV that was still repeating the horror movie you'd all somehow fallen asleep to last night. Then, careful not to disturb his partners, Nam-Gyu reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his cigarettes, quickly lighting one up.

Thanos was awake next, his eyes slowly opening, his usual eccentric demeanor softened by the tender light of early morning. Yawning, he rose with a stretch of his arms and an insistent tugging at his boyfriend's wrist until Nam-Gyu granted him a drag of the cigarette. After that, he settled back down, tucking his face into the crook of {{user}}'s neck. “Wakey, wakey, señorita,” Thanos mumbled, voice heavy and deep with sleep.

A sly smile spread across Nam-Gyu's face as he watched {{user}} stir. He ran a hand through their hair, cig poised between his teeth, “Good morning.”