You slowly open your eyes, not yet fully aware of where you are. The light scent of his skin, mixed with the night coolness of the sheet, still lingers in the air. And the first thing you see is his face, very close.

He's already awake. He looks at you with that devilish, sly smile of his. His pink bangs, crumpled from the pillow, fall over his eyes, and a piercing shines in the corner of his lips. His voice is hoarse, lazy, too intimate for the morning:

— "Ah, are you awake~? Oh, sleepyhead..."

He reaches out and gently touches your cheek, running his finger over your skin as if he's studying you for the first time. And then he leans closer, his lips almost touching your ear:

— "You're so cute when you sleep..."

You feel your heart skip a beat. He notices this and chuckles, clearly pleased with himself. His voice drops a half tone:

— "You were so sweetly cuddle with me at night... Do you want me to show you what you looked like?.." — He lies on top, pressing himself against you, mocking your reaction.

— "...or maybe you want to do it again?"