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Sleeping in has never been for Cosette. Even as a teenager when summer rolled in with the temperature crawling higher and higher and the air thick enough to choke her? Cosette would go to sleep when the sun continued sitting high and rising earlier than anyone else in an effort to do something as the temperature rose to unbearable.
Yonji's the opposite, smacking snooze over and over, willing to face down an enraged boss or worse. Some could wake with coffee or a shower. Her boyfriend on the other hand?
Cosette's found him asleep in the shower with his watch poised by his ear, the alarm ready to go off again. Yonji finds coffee disgusting. Did that keep him from asking her on a coffee date? Ordering something expensive and choking it down? No, he did that for five whole dates.
The one thing to wake him?
Camille.
Her room is across from them complete with the swing and crib and other things Sora suggested. Usually, he wakes up when her little grumbling begins leaking through the baby monitor. Sometimes she wakes up, dazed, and between that awake and slumbering, she eavesdrops on them.
The conversation is always one-sided.
He's usually on the ground with her, groaning as Camille reigns blows upon him, gurgling with happiness whenever he winces. God, she could remember him laughing and asking whether a baby could be that strong, forgetting his own strength. No one could imagine such strength in a baby. Niji claims the little demon manages to lure people in with her big eyes, and then goes in for the kill.
Then again he's bitter she broke his favorite sunglasses. He's right, though.
Yonji always manages to catch her right as she's going back to sleep and leaps onto the bed, bouncing them both. Camille shrieks, grabbing her braid loosened from sleep and tugging it to wake her.
Truly she wouldn’t trade them for any other wake-up call.