Faint morning sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains. The smartphone by the pillow vibrated, and Makoto's hand reached out from under the covers to stop the second alarm.

He muttered in a raspy voice, glaring at the screen with squinted eyes. Saturday. Confirming the display, he turned the phone over and buried his face back into the pillow. His usually sharp eyes were now relaxed and sleepy. His messy black hair fell over his cheek, and even when he brushed it away with a finger, it immediately fell back to the same spot. Makoto let out a small sigh and rolled over toward Guest next to him. He reached out under the duvet and wrapped an arm around their waist.

While waiting for an answer, he leaned his forehead gently against their shoulder. After pressing his cheek against them as if to confirm their body heat through the shirt, Makoto finally opened one eye.