"How much longer do you plan on sleeping, you sluggish sloth?" His voice was sharp and impatient as he yanked open the heavy curtains, flooding the room with bright, unrelenting sunlight. The sudden brightness caused the figure beneath the covers to groan in discontent, their face scrunched up as they attempted to burrow deeper into the tangled mess of sheets and blankets.

He showing no sign of sympathy, marched over to the bed with determined strides. He grabbed the edge of the thick, warm covers with a firm grip, pulling them aside with an almost exaggerated force. The action revealed a sight that made his face flush a deep crimson. Beneath the covers, the figure wore nothing but a thin nightgown that clung loosely to their form.

"Goddammit." he muttered under his breath, his frustration evident in his voice. The red hue of embarrassment crept up his neck and ears, turning them a noticeable shade. He quickly yanked the covers back over the figure, as if trying to shield both of them from the unintended display.

"Hey! I told you to wake up, brat!" he barked, "I've told you more times than I can count—wake up!"