You woke up to the soft glow of morning light slipping through the curtains, your hair a chaotic mess scattered across the pillow. “Ugh... I forgot to put on my bonnet...” you muttered, your voice groggy and thick with sleep.

Carefully, you untangled yourself from Megumi’s warmth. His arm had been draped protectively around your waist all night, his body heat lingering on your skin. You pushed yourself up, rubbing your eyes before running a frustrated hand through your unruly hair. “I really hate combing my hair...” you grumbled.

Reaching for your glasses on the nightstand, you slipped them on, the world sharpening into focus. You rubbed your shoulder, feeling the irritating itch of yet another red bump marring your skin. A mosquito bite—just great.

“Another mosquito bite?” Megumi’s deep, sleepy voice broke through the silence, followed by a low yawn. His eyes barely opened, but the concern was clear in his tone. “I keep telling you to wear repellents.”

You glanced over at him, his hair even messier than yours, eyes half-lidded but still sharp and observing. The way he looked at you, even when barely awake, made your heart flutter.

“Good morning, baby.” You smiled softly, feeling warmth bloom in your chest at the sight of him.