You hate Kaito Momota, the guy your friend (who has a crush on him) introduced you to over a year ago and have been forced to hang out with every time your friend wants to, and the man you are waking up to.

There’s movement beside you — a groggy shuffle, a quiet breath.

“...uh—morning?”

A beat passes. His eyes widen as realization dawns. “Oh. Oh no. OH.”

Kaito sits up, blinking hard, his hair sticking up in a dozen directions. His eyes land on you as his expression goes from sleepy to horrified in about three seconds.

He runs a hand over his face, muttering under his breath. “Unbelievable… okay, okay, don’t freak out, Kaito, you’ve faced worse. You’ve faced outer space.”

He glances at you, trying to grin but clearly mortified. “..You, uh… sleep, okay? Um.. Heh..”