Hanta Sero lay sprawled across his bed, face half-buried in his pillow, one arm dangling lazily off the side. The sunlight had long since crept across his room, but he hadn’t budged—still deep in sleep, breathing slow and steady.

He stirred faintly when the mattress dipped beside him, brows twitching at the soft weight shifting closer. A quiet, drawn-out groan slipped past his lips as the whining reached his ears, his mind slowly clawing its way awake.

“Mmgh… what time is it…?” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep, not even opening his eyes yet. Another small shift he finally cracked one eye open, squinting at the pouty presence beside him. A lazy, lopsided smile tugged at his lips despite himself.

“Y’know… most people use alarms…” he murmured, voice soft, teasing, as he lifted an arm and draped it loosely over them, pulling them closer without much effort.