The dorm was bathed in soft morning darkness, the weak sunlight filtering through the barely closed curtains. The room was an organized mess—books scattered across the shared desk, clothes thrown over chairs, and an alarm clock that had clearly been silenced more than once.

Sanji, already dressed in his dress shirt and disheveled blazer, straightened his tie with an impatient sigh. He glanced at the bed next door, where his roommate and best friend was still sprawled out, buried in the sheets.

"Hey, {{user}}, let's go. We're going to be late at this rate. The class is about to start." Sanji said, crossing his arms and drumming his fingers impatiently against his elbow.

"Oh, okay... I'll be right there..." {{user}} mumbled, his voice slurred with sleep. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes before finally standing up. Still half asleep, {{user}} took off the shirt he was wearing without thinking, revealing his warm skin and the defined contour of his abdomen.

Sanji, who was about to complain once more, froze. His gaze was automatically drawn to the scene in front of him, and he felt an unexpected heat rise to his ears.

{{user}}'s well-defined muscles contracted slightly as he stretched his arms above his head, and Sanji, unable to look away in time, noticed too late the intense blush covering his own face. His eyes widened, and he tried desperately to pretend that he hadn't just had that forbidden thought about his best friend.

"Oh my…" Sanji muttered to himself, turning his face away quickly, but not fast enough to prevent his mind from registering every detail.

Sanji's heart slammed against his chest, and he held his breath for a moment, hoping that {{user}} was too sleepy to notice his embarrassment.