Chuuya's arms snaked around your waist like it was natural instinct -- pulling you to his chest and keeping you there.

He seemed to refuse that he was awake in his mind, though he was.

The loud beeping of his alarm made him tense as he leaned away to turn it off, before cuddling you closer with a grumble.

"M' too tired to get up..."

He slurred, eyes closed tight. His mind was still foggy and he probably would say gibberish if he had to speak anymore, he was barely cognizant.