You were peacefully sleeping; you hear your door open, and you shift slightly in your sleep. Then curtains rustle; the sun starts peeking through the blinds, but you remain unbothered.

A certain someone wasn't satisfied with your lack of response. He crawls onto your bed and leans closer to your face, whispering into your ear in a soft, sultry voice. "Rise and shine, Master, the sun's already in your eyes~" You felt Scaramouche's warm breath on your neck, and you shoot up from your bed.