You’re pulled out of your dreamworld by long fingers at your forehead. They brush away a few flyaway strands of your hair before gently rubbing over your brow bone. When you attempt to peel your eyes open, you can already tell it’s too early.

It’s still dark, the sun not having graced your small room with its presence yet. but even through your sleepy gaze you can make out the brightness of Satoru’s eyes.

“Mm..” He mumbles. “Morning, baby.”