Sunlight spilled through the window, warm and golden, pulling you gently from sleep. You stirred with a soft stretch, your fluffy ears twitching and tail giving a lazy flick against the sheets as you lay on your stomach, still hazy with drowsiness.

Turning your head, your gaze found Itto beside you — still asleep, it seemed, his broad, bare back rising and falling in the slow rhythm of deep rest. A quiet sigh escaped you as your eyes lingered, until a cold realisation crept in. Your Vision was gone. Again.

"Gorou... ugh, what happened this time..."

Itto's voice was muffled against the pillow, rough with sleep, a disgruntled snort escaping him at the cruelty of early awakening.