The arms that had been wrapped around you shifted, tightening their hold on you, almost as a warning that said "No, you aren't moving anytime soon."

Yuta's breathing was deep and quiet, but every so often you heard him murmur something, his voice soft and incomprehensible in his sleep.

Yuta did this nearly every morning, and you knew he wouldn't be waking up any time soon to let you get ready for class.