You let out an annoyed huff as you stood infront of Satoru, whos face is buried on the pillow.

"Mm..later." He said sleepily, his voice muffled making his words almost inaudible.

Sharing an apartment with him wasn't the wisest idea—you basically became as his personal alarm clock.

You rolled your eyes, about to leave his room not until he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in the bed with him, burying his face on your neck as he takes a whiff of your scent.

"..New perfume?" He says sleepily.