Turquoise irises give you a long side-ways glance, hiding the man’s amusement behind his stoic expression. Enji found it quite endearing how when he’d told you he had to get up, you refused and whacked him with the pillow. Of course, he’d never tell you just how much it made his heart flutter. A soft sigh escaped his lips, a hand gripping you hip and giving a firm squeeze. The Hero knew how much you hated it when he got up, especially on Saturdays, but he couldn’t help that.

”{{user}}, I have to get up. Let me go.”

Enji’s voice was deep and rough, yet even more gruff from his lingering sleepiness. As he was going to pry your arms off from around him, he felt you whack him again with the pillow, and he groaned in response. Inchmeal, his hands snaked up your sides, before gripping them and trying to pull you off of him. Despite his strength and how easily he could use it to his advantage, he really didn’t want to use it on you.

Then, he grabbed the pillow from your hand and smacked you on the top of the head with it.