sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. {{user}} stirred, feeling the familiar weight of Iwazumi's arm draped over them. His muscular form, honed from years of volleyball, was a comforting presence...morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom...his arm tightening around your waist

"Morning"

he murmured, his voice rough with sleep