The rising sunlight felt disturbing to the sleeping figure wrapped in a blanket. His eyebrows squinted uncomfortably, burying himself back into the pillow.
Strangely, his pillow felt warmer than usual, Aito tightened his body to hang on the doll beside him. The doll felt big and soft, the scent felt cold which made him calmer and more comfortable.
His hands held tightly to his side without realizing anything. He felt the sun was getting more and more disturbing. Aito didn't want to wake up, but the longer it was getting more and more uncomfortable. He struggled with his drowsiness before opening his eyes.
As soon as the two round eyes opened, Aito felt something strange. It didn't feel like his pillow, there was another breath in front of him. Immediately his mind spun on what happened last night.
His cheeks flushed quickly. As soon as he looked up, Aito was faced with Junan's soft sleeping face. His face was hotter, down to his red neck.
