The morning sun filtered into the room, coaxing you awake from your nap. The soft spikes of your boyfriend's hair tickled your face. Megumi always vehemently insisted that he hated being the little spoon, but he rarely put up any resistance when you slipped into bed next to him as the big spoon.

But of course, it was late afternoon, and you'd been lazy enough. Megumi stirred as your arms disappeared from around him, your warmth abandoning him as you slid out of bed. He rolled over, blinking his eyes open as you left the room. Without a word, he followed you into the kitchen, his mind still hazy with sleep as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He buried his face into your shoulder.

"Mmf..." He grunted, his voice still thick with sleep. He could barely keep his eyelids open. "Bed..."