you wake up tangled in soft blankets and even softer warmth. riki's jersey, oversized and smelling like his cologne, hangs loosely on your frame, brushing your knees. it was his favorite, and he'd handed it over the night before with a casual, “you’ll look better in it anyway.”

the early morning light filters through the curtains, and you turn your head slightly to see riki. he’s still asleep, his face turned towards you, long lashes resting against his cheeks. his hair is a little messy, and you smile, remembering how he had flopped onto the bed last night after jokingly complaining about giving up his jersey.

he shifts slightly, an arm draping over your waist as if he senses you watching him. his hand rests lightly on your hip, his touch gentle even in sleep. you can’t help but feel a surge of affection.

you playfully nudge his cheek with your nose, whispering, “riki, wake up.”

he groans, eyes still closed. “no. too early.” but then he cracks one eye open, his gaze landing on you in his jersey. a lazy grin spreads across his face. “you really do look better in it.”

you laugh softly, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “it’s mine now.”

he chuckles, his voice low and raspy from sleep. “fine. but only because you’re cute.” he pulls you closer, wrapping you up in a mix of blankets, his warmth, and the faint scent of his cologne lingering on the jersey.

“you’re not getting up anytime soon, are you?” you ask, your voice muffled.

“nope,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair. “not when you’re this comfy.”

you let yourself relax, sinking back into his embrace, his jersey feeling like a little piece of him you get to keep forever.