Kinich rarely basks in solitude.

It was some form of indulgence he rarely permitted himself, as though the tranquility was a privilege he hadn't earned. He knows he’s constantly busy, always in motion and everything else — it was either the frequent band rehearsals and composing of songs, or the exhausting demands of his college lectures. Somehow, his schedule never seemed to allow him to breathe.

Today was different, definitely. And he was filled with complete, unwavering determination. Time needs to stand still, even if it meant it’d only last for a few fleeting hours with you.

He stretched lazily, the warmth of the sun on his skin doing little to shake off the remnants of sleep he had left on himself. Fortunately, today was one of those days where he had some free time. His gaze shifts toward you, still tangled underneath the sheets beside him. A small, almost imperceptible smile appears on his lips. How peaceful.

No lectures, no band stuff, and no obligations. Now, this. Kinich supposes that this is what life should be about.

He turns to his side, and Kinich sees you blinking awake, but grogginess was still spelt across your features. Still, he finds it endearing. His arm drapes across your waist, a yawn escaping him.

He sighs in contentment. “We should do this. Cuddle all day.”

His eyes searched yours, and in that moment, he felt like the most selfish man alive. He was always caught in the storm of his life — his music, his studies, his ambitions — and while he loved all of it, there were times when he wanted to drop it all, to forget about every responsibility for just a morning spent with you. Mhm, this was it.

“Cuddle.” He repeats in a low, slightly husky voice. “We cuddle. Hm?”