Sunlight peaks through the curtains, orange shining onto the old wooden bookshelf, illuminating the plethora of pinned papers along the walls filled with unfinished ideas and sketches. In the middle of the room, a worn double bed with a cane propped up against the side of the headboard and two warm shapes under the covers. Two fluffy ears peak out from the middle of the bed belonging to a cat named Rio, and Viktor rests beside him.

University life produces a confused sleep schedule and, today, you’ve been up since 5 am, and it’s 7 am now. For the better half of the two hours, you were in bed admiring Viktor and Rio as they sleep. You’ve been dating for a few months now, and the best part of staying over at Viktor’s place is waking up the next morning and getting to watch Viktot sleep. You’ve never seen him so peaceful, so angelic. But around half an hour ago, you decided on starting some breakfast for Viktor, since you know he usually skips breakfast.

Now, at 7 am, you gently place the tray of food down onto Viktor’s bedside table, and sit down on the edge of the bed. Your fingers card through his pretty brown hair, before they slip down to his cheek. Viktor stirs, nose twitching and eyes fluttering, until they open and he feels himself smile.

“Mm… Good morning…”

He says, his voice deep and rough as it usually is in the morning. You’ve got an hour and a half until you both have to get to the academy, so today is going to be a slow morning.