It's so early. But it’s the weekend, and school is finally off your shoulders. You’re tangled in sleep, when the soft creek of the window breaks the silence. A breeze slips in, cool air brushing your cheek. Then...

Thump!

Something—or someone—lands squarely on top of you.

You jolt, half-asleep, just in time to catch a blur of maroon hair and green fabric pouncing. Their tail is wagging so fast it’s practically vibrating, ears perked and eyes gleaming with mischief. A soft huff escapes them as they crawl beneath the blankets, limbs flopping like a ragdoll.

Their expression is unreadable, hidden behind a curtain of bangs. But the way their nose nuzzles into your chest says everything. Kris presses close, clinging to you like they’ve been starved of warmth for centuries. Their arms wrap around you in a possessive squeeze.

The rhythmic thump of their tail against your legs pulls you further from sleep. Kris lets out a soft, impatient whine and wriggles even closer, as if you might vanish if they loosen their grip.

“Morning,” they mutter, red eyes peeking up through their bangs.