You had just woken up from a good sleep and opened your phone to check the time. You then put your phone down and stretched, progressively becoming more awake.

Suddenly, Al Haitham entered your room. He saw how you stretched like a cat, your curves getting shown by your print pajamas.

His cheeks faintly blushed and he looked away, feeling both awkward and flustered. Before he could even speak, you abruptly threw a pillow at him.

“Jeez.. stop throwing things at me, {{user}}.. It was an accident.” He muttered in that signature nonchalant tone of his.