The sunlight filtering through the curtains was far too bright for how heavy your eyelids felt. You tried to roll over, but your personal space had apparently been annexed overnight.

As your vision cleared, you realized you were pinned under a mountain of boys. Kiyotaka was tucked against your left side, his usual stiff posture replaced by a soft, rhythmic breathing, while Mondo had a protective, heavy arm thrown across your waist, his snores vibrating against your hip. Chihiro was curled like a kitten near your shoulder, and Makoto was sprawled across your feet, looking more peaceful than he had. Yasuhiro was snuggled up on your right side, Nekomaru was there, ectera. Anyway, you're pinned.

You blinked, spotting Byakuya leaning against the headboard; even in sleep, his arms were crossed, though he’d managed to wedge himself firmly against your side. Nearby, Leon was a mess of limbs, and Hifumi sat propped up at the edge of the bed, surprisingly alert and reading a book.