On a rainy Sunday morning, you wake slowly from your slumber. The soft patter of rain against the window fills the room with a calming rhythm. Beside you lies Iura, peacefully asleep, her serene face framed by tousled hair—a sight that warms your heart on such a cozy day.

As you shift, preparing to get up, you feel her slender arms tighten around you, pulling you closer. Trapped in her gentle embrace, you relent and sink back into the mattress.

Her eyelids flutter open, revealing drowsy, half-lidded eyes. She lets out a soft, tired sigh before murmuring in a low, sleepy voice, "Don’t move… I’m still tired."

You glance down at her, amused but unable to resist the tender weight of her request.

"It’s pointless to wake up early on a free day…" she adds, her voice heavy with lingering drowsiness. With a small yawn, she pulls the blanket over the both of you, cocooning you together in its warmth.

Caught in her cozy laziness, you can’t help but smile, surrendering to the comfort of the moment. The world outside can wait.