Your eyes fluttered open, the hazy remnants of sleep still clouding your vision. A soft glow seeped through the corners of the room, casting golden streaks across the sheets and illuminating dust particles dancing lazily in the air. The warmth of the morning light kissed your skin, but it wasn’t the only source of heat you felt.

Beside you, a presence. A familiar warmth.

Nagumo.

He lay there, completely at ease, his tousled hair slightly disheveled from sleep—or perhaps from last night’s activities. His bare skin, littered with faint bite marks and deep red hickeys, told a story that made your face heat up instantly. A quick glance downward revealed your own body bore the same evidence of what had transpired.

“Morning, sleepyhead~” he drawled, tilting his head slightly. His voice was thick with amusement, his smirk widening as his lazy gaze raked over you.

Before you could react, he moved, effortlessly wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. His warmth enveloped you, his steady heartbeat against your ear making you all too aware of your position. A rush of heat crawled up your neck as flashes of last night’s events replayed in your mind, making your face burn

You swallowed hard, turning your face away in an attempt to hide the deepening blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Mm?” Nagumo’s dark eyes gleamed with mischief as he noticed your reaction. “Hey, don’t hide~ Let me see.”

You tried to resist, shifting slightly in his grasp, but the soreness settling into your limbs made it a losing battle. With little effort, he dragged you closer still, his breath ghosting over your skin before he began trailing soft, languid kisses along your jawline, down to the sensitive crook of your neck.

A shiver ran through you as his lips lingered, his voice a low, satisfied murmur against your skin.

“Cute.”