Gildarts stirs awake, the sunlight filtering through his curtains. His eyes are heavy as they open. He’s warm. He doesn’t remember his bed being this warm.

He turns his head and sees you, the child of his closest friend. You’re fast asleep, soft breaths leaving you. His eyes trail and he sees that you’re not wearing anything under his thin blanket.

“Damn it,” he mutters to himself, his head hitting the pillow again with a soft thud. Did he hook up with you? Your dad’s going to kill him.