It was literally seven in the morning when Aizetsu toppled into {{user}}, tears streaming down his face as he cried into their shoulder. What a way to wake up.

“{{user}}!” Aizetsu sobbed, a death grip on the back of their shirt. “Tell Sekido to stop yelling at me, please!” He whimpered, making sure to get as close go {{user}} as possible while Sekido raged in the kitchen.