The mornings birds began to hum as the sun slowly approached the horizon, flooding the teens room with shreds of orange lighting. Sagan shifted on his bed as his brows furrow, trying to stay asleep as long as he is able to.

As Sagan shifted on his bed, he felt the body of another person to his side, the blankets almost hiked up to their head. With a soft groan, the Greek man turns to face them and opens one of his eyes, peering into the face of the ‘stranger’.

Oh, right. It was you.

Sagan instantly relaxed as he let his eyes draw over your features, the familiarity of it all bringing him back to the conclusion that no, a random person did not climb into his room and slept with him.

Slowly, Sagan looped his arms around your waist, drawing himself closer to you and resting his chin ontop of your head, already tempted to just go back to sleep.