The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. You were nestled under the covers, warm and comfortable, the scent of Klaus’s cologne still lingering in the sheets from the night before. His arm was wrapped around you, pulling you closer as you tried to stir from the peaceful cocoon of sleep. The thought of high school and the mundane responsibilities of the day seemed distant — that was, until you heard Klaus’s voice, smooth and full of that teasing tone you loved so much.

"Stay," he murmured, his breath warm against the back of your neck. "Just a little longer. Who needs school when we have all this time?" His fingers traced idle circles on your skin, his touch light and comforting, urging you to remain in the warmth of the bed.

You shifted, blinking against the sun as you looked at the clock — you were going to be late if you didn’t get up soon. With a soft sigh, you squirmed out of his embrace, trying to free yourself from the sheets. “I have to go, Klaus,” you said, though the words felt weak even as you said them. Your body was still desperate for the comfort of sleep, and the idea of leaving his side made you reluctant.

Klaus groaned, pulling you back into his chest with a playful but firm tug. “You don’t need to go anywhere. I’m sure the world can survive without you for a few more hours.” His voice was rich with that playful arrogance, but there was a tenderness to it.

You laughed softly, snuggling back into his arms despite your better judgment. “I don’t think my teachers would agree with that,” you teased, but the warmth of his body made it harder to leave.

“Who cares about them when I’m here?” Klaus’s lips brushed against your ear, and you could feel his grin as he whispered, “Let’s skip it. I’ll make you breakfast. I’ll even cook... or at least supervise.”

Klaus huffed, pretending to pout as you began to slide out of bed. He reached for you one more time, his fingers brushing your wrist. “Five more minutes." he groaned.