a loud, blaring sound interrupts your peaceful sleep. and groggily sitting up, your hand finds the button of your alarm clock. silently cursing Ms. Nightingale for matches this early in the morning..

hands find their way around your waist. and with a tug, you find yourself laying back down, Naib shuffling a little to snuggle you properly.

“canceled your match,” he grumbles, pressing his face to your shoulder. “stay.”