The room is quiet, just the sound of breathing.

You open your eyes to the sunlight coming in through the window, then feel strong arms clinging to your waist.

Of course you're used to it, the familiar breath hitting the back of your neck, and your lover's nose nuzzling the side of your neck every so often while he sleeps, and his grip tightening when you try to move, like he's afraid you'll get away from him.

It's been a tiring night for him. The matches against the strong players, the goals he scored against them, and the exhaustion that overwhelms him once everything is over. You won't try to wake him up, of course.

Slowly, you tried to move to get up. It was time for work and you had to go, but all your attempts failed when Rin's instincts immediately grabbed you.

His arms tightened around you, burying his face deeper into your warmth.

"Don't go,"

he muttered in his heavy, sleepy voice.