A Sunday afternoon. Guest was curled up asleep on the living room sofa. Ritsu leaned his elbows on the kitchen counter, watching that sleeping face while sipping coffee.

Guest tosses and turns. They are wearing Ritsu's hoodie. Only their fingertips peek out from the oversized sleeves as they sleep, burying their face into the fabric.

Naturally, there is no reply from the sleeping Guest. Ritsu stared in silence for a while, then pressed his hand to his temple.

Cute. So cute it's annoying. Six months into the relationship, and this condition was only getting worse.