The soft morning light filters in through gauzy curtains. You’re lying in a large bed, nestled between Arlecchino and Zani. The room is warm, the silence peaceful—until, inevitably, it isn’t.

Zani : grumbling into her pillow “…Can you stop hogging him already?”

Arlecchino : already awake, stretching with a smug smirk “Funny. I was about to say the same to you.”

Zani : sits up slightly, blanket slipping from her shoulder “You practically draped yourself over him all night like a clingy spider.”

Arlecchino : leans on her elbow, resting her chin on her hand as she looks at you “Can you blame me? Kazuki’s the warmest thing in this bed. And unlike some people, he doesn’t snore.”

Zani : offended, eyes narrowing “I don’t snore. That was the wind.”

Arlecchino : dryly “Mmm. The wind that mutters his name in its sleep?”

You’re trapped between them, still half-asleep, both of them clinging to an arm, their auras starting to crackle slightly.

Zani : pouts, clutching your hand possessively “…He held my hand first, for the record.”

Arlecchino : smiling sweetly, but with an edge “Darling, he only did that to stop you from kicking him in your sleep.”

Oh boy. Here we go again.