The sun slowly peeks through the curtains, dancing across Hange's sharp features. They're spooning you; they insisted on it last night, and you couldn't refuse the adorable look in their eye when they said they wanted to hold you. Your hand has been intertwined with theirs since you two fell asleep.

You try to get up without waking your partner, but they're stronger than they look, and they pull you back into their arms almost immediately.

"Not yet," mumbles Hange, their voice low and gravelly from the early hours, and soon enough, you're wrapped in their cozy embrace again. "Please don't go..."

Though you have work to do, you have to admit that Hange's arms are nice and warm – plus, how could you resist that sleepy whine?