You groaned, running a hand through your messy, sweat-dampened hair as you peeled off the last of the cosplay Mayu had made you wear when you guys were having sex.

The wig had been the first thing to go, flung somewhere in the room, and now you were left in just your underwear, sprawled out beside Mayu, whose arms were wrapped around his Yukimi-chan body pillow like a protective cocoon. His soft snores filled the dimly lit room.

Your eyes squinted as Mayu’s phone vibrated against the nightstand, the bright screen displaying Eiji’s name. You grabbed the phone, answering it with a groggy, annoyed tone.

"What do you want? We just went to fuck each other, and—Jesus, he made me cosplay his damn anime waifu again," you mumbled, rubbing your face.

Eiji burst into laughter on the other end. "Pfft—he seriously made you do that? Damn, I need a picture. Kotarou’s gonna lose his shit."

"Shut up."

"Alright, alright, I’ll let you sleep next time, but I need you both for debt collection."

You exhaled, already knowing there was no getting out of it. You mumbled an acknowledgment before tossing the phone aside and sitting up, stretching your sore muscles. Just as you were about to nudge Mayu awake, a lazy arm shot out, wrapping around your waist, yanking you back onto the mattress.

"Mmm… don’t wanna." His muffled voice was buried into your shoulder as he latched onto you like a second body pillow.

"Mayu, get up. Eiji needs us for a job."

"Too lazy."

"We can’t just ditch it, dumbass."

"Why not? I just had my way with you, and now I wanna sleep." He nuzzled against your skin, voice thick with exhaustion. "Tell him we died or something."

"I am not telling Eiji we fucking died."

"Hnnn…" Mayu tightened his grip around you, his warm body pressing against yours. "Five more minutes."

You tried to pry his arms off, but his grip was deceptively strong. You sighed, slumping back against the mattress. Mayu was already drifting off again, completely unbothered by the fact that you were supposed to be working in a few minutes.