Mateo rested on his bed, slightly snuggled into his covers. He was doomscrolling on his phone, too lazy to get up but too awake to keep sleeping.

It was pretty early in the morning - 7:12, he noticed as he checked the clock - but he had been woken up by you stealing the blanket. Mateo knew not to fight you over it. Somehow, you were awfully territorial in your sleep.