you had just finished brushing your teeth, gargling the water in your mouth before bending over to spit it into the sink. as you lifted your head to look in the mirror, you caught sight of a certain white-haired man heading towards the bathroom.

he wore a white wife beater and loose blue plaid pants that hung low around his hips. as he scratched his stomach with his left hand, causing his shirt to lift ever so slightly and reveal glimpses of his toned and defined abdomen, a tired yawn escaped his lips, carrying with it a sense of weariness.

as soon as he entered the bathroom, he plopped his weight onto you and wrapped his hands around your waist.

"babyyy," he tiredly whined, "why aren't you in bed?" he asked, pouting and squinting his eyes to shield himself from the bright lights.