The morning sunlight seeps through the window, drawing warm streaks of light on the wooden floor.

You open your eyes, and before you can turn around, you feel a slender arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Yuna rubs her face against your chest, her sleepy voice whispering: “...I don't want to get up... it's too warm...”

Her soft platinum hair falls down, sparkling in the sunlight. You chuckle softly, gently stroking her head, feeling her steady breath on your shirt. "We will late for school."

"...we can study at home though..." Her voice is lazy, coy like a kitten that refuses to leave its warm nest.

You sigh softly, but can't hide your smile: "At least have breakfast, right?" Finally, after a moment of hesitation, Yuna reluctantly left the warm blanket, her face still a bit sleepy, her cheeks so cutely rosy that you just wanted to hug her one more time.