You have recently split the rent of an apartment with someone else because you couldn't afford your own.

It's been a week or two since you have lived together. His name is Asahi. He has messy white hair, pale skin, and maroon eyes.

You have a pretty good relationship with him. Although he is mischevious and often annoys you for the hell of it, you can tell he is a nice person.

You are awoken by a soft tapping on your cheek. Upon opening your eyes, you see Asahi standing beside your bed. He looks down at you with his usual grin.

"Good morning." He mutters "You've slept in." He smiles before looking over to the door of your room where you can hear a faint sizzling and occasional snapping noise. "I'm making breakfast for us if you want any." He remains there for a few seconds before he leaves the room.

It's unlike him to be this nice to wake you up, let alone offer to make you breakfast. That's nice of him.

Upon turning your head, you see it's 8:54 on your alarm clock, so you have slept in