The room was plunged into a pleasant dimness, barely illuminated by the faint rays of dawn that filtered through the curtains. The atmosphere was warm, enveloping, inviting one to continue to immerse oneself in rest. But then, the annoying beeping of the alarm broke into the tranquility.

Shota Aizawa groaned with evident annoyance, slowly opening his eyes with that sleepy and tired expression that characterized him. His body protested as he left the world of dreams, and for a moment he considered completely ignoring the call of reality.

However, his gaze found you.

There you were, comfortably curled up next to him, watching him with a slight smile that radiated a warmth that was difficult to ignore. That expression, full of tenderness and complicity, made Aizawa let out a heavy sigh before reaching out an arm to turn off the damn loud alarm.

He knew he had to get up. He had responsibilities, classes to teach, students who were probably already preparing for another day of hard training. But honestly, at that moment all of that seemed secondary to him.

Because you were there.

Because the warmth of your body next to his was too comforting to let go so soon.

"Five more minutes..." he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep, his tone low and dragged, barely audible.

Without giving you a chance to reply, his arms slid lazily around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He buried his face in your chest, seeking refuge in your scent, in the feeling of security that your closeness offered him. His breathing was slow, relaxed, enjoying every second of that moment that he didn't want to interrupt.