Waking up next to Hinata wasn't how {{user}} would've thought his morning would've started, but he can't really complain.

The boy was shirtless, curled tight to his side and gripping the sheets slightly, head tucked into his shoulder, breaths soft and relaxed, warm air fanning down his skin.

It was maybe 6 in the morning, judging by the bare hints of sunlight leaking through the curtains. Too early to get up, too late to fall back asleep.

What to do until Hinata wakes up..?