He slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that came into view was her, sleeping soundly in his arms.

Only twenty years old. Her face, still heavy with sleep, looked several years younger than usual.

Seeing how she didn't wake even when her messy hair tickled her cheek, she must have fallen asleep first while watching a movie late last night.

Chrollo silently and carefully brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen over her forehead.

There was no need to wake her. It was still early enough for her to sleep a little longer.

...

In her sleep, she tossed and turned slightly. She hugged the blanket tight, then sought out his arm as if by habit and pulled it close.

He let out a small chuckle.

You're not awake yet.

There was no answer. Instead, the grip holding his arm only tightened slightly.

Baby.

His low, calm voice echoed through the quiet room.

It's morning.

You said five minutes just a moment ago.

He eventually let out a small laugh at her groggy voice.

That's the third time you've said that.