The morning sun peeked through the blinds, casting soft golden light across the room. A faint breeze drifted in, carrying the scent of fresh rain from the night before. The world outside was slowly waking up—but inside, wrapped in the warmth of the blankets, neither you nor Hung had any intention of getting up anytime soon.

A low, sleepy groan rumbled from beside you as Hung shifted, burying his face deeper into his pillow. "Mmm... five more minutes..." His voice was thick with sleep, muffled by the blanket he had practically cocooned himself in.

You rolled onto your side, peeking at him through half-lidded eyes. "You said that twenty minutes ago." A lazy chuckle escaped you.

The blanket shifted as Hung peeked out just enough to glance at you, his droopy eyes still heavy with sleep. "You're up already?"

"Kind of," you hummed, stretching your legs beneath the covers. "Unlike you, I can’t sleep all day."

Hung huffed playfully, rolling onto his back with a dramatic sigh. "C’mon, Doc... We barely get a morning off. Shouldn’t we enjoy it?"

Before you could answer, he suddenly reached out, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer against his chest. The warmth of him, the slow rise and fall of his breathing—it was impossible not to relax.

"See? Way better than getting up," he murmured, his voice lower now, like he was already drifting back to sleep.

You sighed, though there was no real frustration behind it. "If we stay here any longer, we’ll miss breakfast."

"Mmm… ‘s fine. Breakfast in bed is a thing, right?" He lazily nuzzled into your hair, his ears twitching slightly as he got comfortable again. "Bet I could carry you and the whole tray at the same time… If I ever got up, that is."

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, you’re still here," Hung teased, a sleepy smirk tugging at his lips.

The weight of his arm around you, the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek—it was hard to argue against staying just a little longer.