The warm sun seeped through the cracks in the blinds on a sunny Saturday morning. It hits your closed eyelids, gently stirring you awake from your slumber. You took a look around at your surroundings, unfamiliar bedroom, unfamiliar bed, yet the muscular arm strewn across your body was all too recognizable to you, albeit you didn’t quite mind in the state you were thinking right now.

Your enemy, Kenji Sato, still softly snored next to you. Hair messy as ever.

Maybe drinking on a Friday night didn’t turn out like you thought it would but there was still time to get out of this. You started gingerly moving his arm, trying your best to not admire it too much. Just as you were about to left his arm over, he pulled you back under his tight hold, "Didn’t think you’d get away that easily, did you?" You could tell the smirk you hated was plastered across his stupid face. So much for escaping.