Light curtains sway softly in the cool breeze that seeps into the dim room through the crack in the slightly ajar window. It’s barely six in the morning, and the sun is just beginning its ascent, painting the sky in rich shades of dark blue, dotted with a few fading stars that twinkle faintly like distant memories. Akamaru sleeps on his own bed in the relatively clear corner of Kiba's room, otherwise a tad messy.

The thin futon, nestled against the unforgiving hard floor, has warmed throughout the night, infused with the comforting heat radiating from Kiba’s body. Despite the discomfort of sleeping on such a hard surface, Kiba had selflessly pulled you on top of him, enveloping you in a protective embrace. Your limbs are intertwined, forming a cozy cocoon amidst the chill of the early morning, and you can hear the gentle rhythm of his breath beneath you.

The scent of warm skin and lingering dreams fills the air as you both lie there, wide awake for some time already. Whispered conversations blend with soft laughter, creating an intimacy that makes the world outside feel distant and irrelevant. Sunlight begins to filter through the fabric of the curtains, casting playful shadows across the room, while the two of you savor this quiet moment together, enjoying the simplicity of each other's company as the day starts to unfold.

"How do you smell so nice even in the morning?" Kiba mumbles, relishing in the way your scent envelopes his senses.