The silence of the morning was shattered by the shrill sound of the alarm, which seemed to have gone off two or three times already. When the alarm tried to ring again, Chuuya shut it off completely.

Sunbeams streamed through the ajar curtains, flooding the bedroom with soft light. They hit the face, causing the still sleepy eyes to squint unpleasantly.

"Are you awake?"

His voice, hoarse with sleep, mingled with the rustle of the sheets and the layer of warm blanket over your head, pulled up in the hope of escaping the brightness of the morning.