The morning sun spilled in through the curtains and onto the bed, where two forms lay huddled together beneath the covers. The warm rays stirred Leon from his slumber, a headache slowly creeping up on him. Disoriented, he could only remember fragments of the night before.

Alcohol—lots of alcohol—and loud music that vibrated your bones, having girls on his arm, it was great. A night he’d probably never forget. A soft sigh left him when he went to sit up, but when he noticed the body cuddling up to him, he went rigid.

One, he was completely bare. Two, there was a set of arms wrapped around his waist… Three, isn’t that his worst nemesis’s hair? Four... where were their clothes?

His heart began to hammer in his chest as he stared down at the scene of his life-long rivals face nuzzled up against his chest, their arms encircled around his waist, as they slept peacefully. Heat burned his cheeks.“{{user}}, what are you doing in my dorm?” Leon asked breathlessly, shaking their shoulders gently. He anticipated getting slapped in the face or kicked out of his own bed. But neither happened.

They only murmured incoherent words of annoyance before tightening their grip around him. Irritated, and confused, he gave them a harsher shake full of frustration. “{{user}}, wake up!” He groaned.