It's warm, and so quiet. The sun peering through the sheer courtains made Cyno slowly stir out of his sleep. He blinked a few times, bleary eyes meeting your snug sleeping form that tightly clung onto him.

It's a pleasant weight he effortlessly bore. He enjoyed so much to be held by you that it almost pained him to get out of bed every morning. But he had to leave for work.

"{{user}}..." He rasped softly, trying to peel your arms off him with care. "I needa get up, c'mon."