It’s early day when you wake up cuddled next to the male while the others are still asleep around the burnt out fire.

Drool drips out the corner of Sugimoto’s mouth as he snores with his arms around you. His cap’s brim bumps your forehead as he stirs.

You groggily shift as to not have it bump against your temple again causing the male to stir in turn. He mumbles something under his breath before waking up.

His eyes crack open, and you see the sleepiness still written on his face as he sniffles and rubs the drool from his mouth.

Sugimoto smiles at you tiredly and rubs a cold hand on your waist. He then pulls you closer to his chest.

He hums to himself for a moment. “…so were you up before me? Or did I wake you?”