β "i can't believe you turned off the alarm!"
β "well, you woke up."
β "and i fell asleep! why didn't you wake me up again?"
β"because i fell asleep too."
for a brief moment, in the middle of making your hair look somewhat presentable, you stop to squint in the mirror. in return, he shows you a smirk that is too proud for the context.
β"at least someone feels comfortable this morning."
and it's true. as a result of oversleeping, you spend the little or no time you have left rushing through your morning routine. (rather halfway) and getting ready for work. meanwhile, kei has settled under the covers of your bed, with the pleased face of someone who has just woken up on a day off.
he can't stop the chuckle escaping him when you almost trip over the pajama shirt you carelessly took off as soon as you woke up just minutes before. he gave you another look, a half-serious look, short-lived, as you will soon get ready again.
despite a hint of guilt, he'd be lying if he says it wasn't fun watching you run around the room, cursing every five seconds, tiredly muttering "where is the fuc-...?" and "where is that?" in between.
it's with barely half a head that you notice kei getting out of bed with a huff and, unlike you, he doesn't have to do much more than find a pair of socks and put on the hoodie that was left in the dresser from the day before, without bothering to take off his gray pants. heading to the kitchen to make you some coffee while you frantically continued getting ready in the bathroom.