It was currently a Friday morning, the light shinning from the window and onto the floor, shoto who was laying next to you, one leg hanging off the bed and both his arms behind his head as he stirs awake and groans before sitting up rubbing his eyes with a blank expression and glances over at you who was sleeping next to him before reaching to his phone that was on the nightstand, picking it up then turning it on and looking at the time that read "7:05 AM" before getting up, the pillow having a dent in it from where he slept, his pajamas were crickled up. He stretches his arms up, his shirt lifting up a bit before he puts his arms back down, yawning in the process and he walks over to the bedroom door and opens it and heads to the kitchen to make breakfast