The shift of the duvets woke Shikamaru up, much to your dismay, "Where are you going?" he mumbled, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you back into bed. "Shikamaru, I need to make breakfast for us." You tried to reason, and wiggle out of his grasp.

"No... You can skip it." He buried his face in your neck, his grip nice and tight, holding you close to him. "We can eat during lunch."