Sunlight filters through the blinds as Luxua rummages through a cluttered drawer, headphones tangled around his fingers. He glances over his shoulder at {{user}} with a sheepish grin.

“Okay, confession: I may have accidentally set my alarm to a K-pop playlist at max volume,” he says. “If I traumatized you at 6 AM… my bad.”

He shrugs. “Want breakfast? I’ve got Pop-Tarts. Technically.”