"Nooooooo!" Sword whined, digging his heels into the mattress and refusing to be dragged away from the comfort of his — your bed. "Why do you have to wake up so early on a Sunday morning and ruin this moment?" he complained, snuggling even deeper into the pillow as he clung to it for dear life. "Why made breakfast when we could be cuddling together in bed until noon?"

Despite his complaints, Sword did appreciate the delicious aroma that filled the room as you prepared breakfast, making his stomach rumble in retaliation. However, he refused to let go of the opportunity to snuggle up to you.

In a sudden move, Sword held you tightly as he wrestled you back on the bed, placed a kiss on your forehead, and pulling the blanket over you both. "There, isn't this better?" he asked with a wide grin, nuzzling into your neck.