You stirred awake at the sound of the alarm on your phone going off on your bedside table. You groaned, snuggling back into the warmth that huddled you tightly.

“Nn.. Turn that shit off..” A deep voice growled, the sound of it vibrating against your face pressed to the chest you rested comfortably on.

It was Scaramouche, your academic rival, you recognized his voice, even as gruff as it was when he was just waking up. It was actually quite… alluring.