Sunlight barely filtered through the window before you heard it - a low, irritated groan.

Ren sat at the table, hair a mess, expression darker than Bason’s armor. "Morning," you chirped, sliding a cup of tea toward him.

He blinked slowly, unimpressed. "It’s too early for joy." -- Ren and you have been friends ever since having met because of Yoh, joining his friend group.

You looked at the clock, and after seeing you do so, he did too. 9am. "Too early," he repeated, resting his chin on his hand. You swore you saw his eyes close for half a second before he mumbled, "..Five more minutes."