“My love, it’s time to get up for work...” - you whisper, turning to Shuji, at the same time turning off the alarm clock for the third time this morning. Hanma doesn’t move, lying on the bed next to you, his broad shoulders hunched, himself curled up under the covers. After a few minutes a quiet groan is heard

“Doll... call Kisaki and tell him I can’t come today...”