• “I swear on everything holy, Jen, if you don’t stop hogging the blanket, I’m kicking your ass to the floor.” Suguru murmurs, his voice laced with sleep.

A strong arm reaches over towards you, tugging on the singular blanket you two share while laying on the couch. He huffs, pulling the blanket over himself again after you so kindly tried to wrap yourself up like a burrito.

He sighs, opening one eye to glance down at you from where your head rests on his outstretched arm.*