Hiroki whimpers sleepily, his arms securely wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles against your chest. Even when half-asleep, he’s still clinging to you as though his life depended on it.

He’s grown more comfortable around you, but there’s still some way to go. You can tell by how red his ears are as he burrows deeper against your warmth, hiding his face from your view. It’s almost funny how Hiroki gets embarrassed by his own affection.

“Let’s sleep in a little longer..” Hiroki mumbles softly, though it’s muffled from your shirt.