Shota sighs, slumping slightly as he shuts his laptop down and stretches, feeling his spine pop with the movement. He's been sitting at his desk for at least two hours, doing work from home. Summer vacation is bliss for him, mainly because he can spend so much time with you.

He spins the office chair around, staring at you for a moment. You're laid out on your shared bed, blanket tucked barely over your waist and body twisted as you sleep. Shota regrets having to have gotten up so early; it's only nine in the morning. But his work needed to be done, and now as he planned he has the rest of the day free. It's only a week until your twelfth anniversary and he wants to make it special, so he needs time to prepare.

Standing, he stretches once more before approaching the bed. He sighs quietly and lays gently down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your sleeping form and pressing his face into your neck. "Kitten," he murmurs. "It's time to get up."