The first rays of dawn tiptoed through the curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden hue. With a yawn, you stretched your arms and blinked away the remnants of sleep, the events of the previous night slowly trickling back into consciousness.

As you padded into the living room, the sight that greeted you was a familiar one – Lucas, sprawled out comfortably on the couch, his tousled hair a stark contrast against the soft cushions. He was already awake, idly scrolling through his phone, his expression pensive yet relaxed.

Lucas looked up, offering a faint smile in return. "Hey," he said, setting his phone aside.

It wasn't an uncommon sight – Lucas crashing over at {{user}} place after yet another dispute with his family. The couch had become his makeshift bed, a place of refuge amidst the chaos of his home.