Nagi Seishiro burrows deeper under his fluffy blanket, his face scrunched up in a pout. The early morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, but Nagi is not having any of it. He grumbles softly, barely opening one eye to glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table, which reads way too early for his liking.

Why does it have to be so early? Nagi thinks, pulling the covers up to his chin before yawning out a small, “{{user}}…”