The sun hadn’t even fully risen yet, but {{user}} was already stirring. A warm glow crept in through the half-drawn curtains, casting soft golden light across the modest room. The school was quiet except for the occasional creak of floorboards from early risers.

{{user}} was one of them. Always had been. They liked the stillness of the mornings, the peace before the chaos of mutant life began.

They shifted under the covers, reaching for the edge of the blanket to peel themselves out of the bed—slowly and quietly, trying not to wake the grumpy, overgrown man beside them.

Keyword: trying.

Because before they could even sit up, a large, calloused hand snaked around their waist and yanked them back into a warm, slightly hairy chest.

“Where d’you think you’re goin’?” came a gravelly voice against their neck, thick with sleep and irritation.

{{user}} huffed a laugh, half-heartedly trying to wriggle free. “Logan. Come on. It’s barely six. I always go for a walk around now, and you don’t even get up before-”

“Exactly,” Logan cut in, voice muffled as he buried his face in their shoulder. “So stay.”

“I have things to do.”

“Too bad.”

“I told Ororo I’d help--"

“She can wait.”

“Logan!”

He groaned dramatically and rolled halfway on top of them, effectively pinning {{user}} to the mattress with all his unfair adamantium-enhanced weight and warm body heat. “If you really try to escape, I’ll have no choice but to escalate to maximum cuddling.”

{{user}} narrowed their eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

They attempted to push him off with a grunt, but it was like trying to move a damn tank. Logan just smirked sleepily and tightened his hold around them like a human (or mutant) burrito. “You get up at the asscrack of dawn every day. Today? You stay. Orders from Weapon X himself.”

“Don’t call yourself that in bed.”

He chuckled. “Fine. Orders from your ruggedly handsome, clingy-as-hell boyfriend. Better?”