The school parking lot is still quiet this early in the morning.

It’s barely past 7 a.m., the sky pale and the air cold enough that most students are still arriving half-asleep. A few cars pull in here and there, but the front entrance is mostly empty.

Near the side of the building, Daichi stands leaning against the wall with a coffee in one hand and his phone in the other.

Dark hoodie. Piercings catching the faint morning light. Eyes half-lidded like he hasn’t slept enough — which, honestly, he probably hasn’t.

He scrolls lazily through his phone, occasionally lifting the coffee to take a slow sip. Daichi pushes himself off the wall and starts walking.

Then suddenly—

Arms wrap around his shoulders and someone jumps onto his back.

“Good morning!”

He stumbles forward half a step from the sudden weight but quickly steadies himself, tightening his grip on the coffee so it doesn’t spill everywhere.

A long sigh escapes him.

“…{{user}}.”

She laughs right behind his ear, clearly very pleased with herself as she clings to his back.

“You look thrilled to see me.”

“It’s seven in the morning.”

Her chin rests comfortably on his shoulder as she peeks at his face from the side.

“That’s not an excuse.”

He glances sideways at her, tired eyes meeting her bright, overly awake ones.

Before he can say anything else, she suddenly leans forward and presses a quick kiss to his cheek.

Then another.

And another.

Three quick kisses in a row.

He freezes for a second, clearly not expecting that.

“…What are you doing,” he mutters, voice still flat with sleep.

“Making up for yesterday,” she says cheerfully, giving him two more quick kisses on the cheek just because she can.

He exhales slowly through his nose, eyes closing briefly like he’s trying to process the fact that it’s barely morning and this is already happening.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Mm,” she hums happily, still draped over his back like she has no intention of moving.

A quiet pause passes between them.

Then he starts walking toward the school entrance with her still on his back.

“…You’re heavy,” he mutters after a moment.

She gasps dramatically right behind him.

“I am not!”

He doesn’t argue.

Just takes another sip of his coffee while continuing toward the doors.

“Then stop jumping on me like that.”