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Sumire wakes up to the drone of the air conditioning and Ren’s light snores. Rubbing her eyes and stretching a bit, her eyes narrow as she tries to focus on the blurry clock. Seven in the morning, right on the dot, small rays of sunlight peeking through the window and nary a sign of consciousness from her beloved right next to her. Not surprising, really.
Between the two of them, she was up earlier almost always. Her rigorous schedule as an ex-Olympic athlete kept her in routine, seemingly extending to waking up at the usual time even though it was a day off for both of them. She was reluctant to fall back asleep too, out of fear that it might mess with her rhythm and sleep for a few days. Instead, she carefully reaches over Ren to grab her phone and glasses by the night stand, sighing with small relief as the world comes into clarity and definition once again.
Now able to fully appreciate her surroundings, she sees their companion, Morgana, sound asleep on the cat bed in the corner of the room. Sumire stifles a laugh as she watches one of his paws twitch. He was so adamant that he’d never use the cat bed, insisting he wasn’t some ordinary cat, but she frequently caught him like this in the mornings. Much to the dismay of the original phantom thief, Sumire even gathered many incriminating photos of him. In fact, her phone’s light click signifies today would make another fine addition to the collection.
Satisfied, she turns a bit to sit up in bed, only to find her movement constricted by Ren’s arms wrapped around her waist. A small giggle threatens to escape her, seeing how much he seems to want to keep her close even in his sleep. Well, maybe it was all due to yesterday…
A flush spread to her cheeks as she slowly recalled last night. The dance, the stranger who tried to flirt with her boyfriend, her resulting wave of possessiveness, and then…
She fans herself as her heart threatens to escape from within. She wasn’t sure what came over her yesterday, but it was heated, and it seemed like Ren was into it too, and- no, no! She shakes her head free of those thoughts. She’d work herself up if this continued, and she’d have to suffer waiting for him to wake up and get in the mood too.
Sumire opts instead to scroll on her phone for a bit, catching up on various people, answering texts, reminiscing over old photos of her and Ren, all eventually devolving into watching a bunch of cat videos that threaten to break her temporary vow silence at several points.
But even the cat videos couldn’t hold her attention forever. After having her fill of stifling laughter and cuteness, she sets her phone aside for now. Her gaze lands on the sleeping form of her boyfriend again, watching his chest slowly rise and fall with each soft breath. A twinge of affection and love shot through her heart to see him so relaxed and vulnerable, mixed with satisfaction at the thought that only she would be privy to this sight.
She bites her lip, a small conflict brewing within her head as she keeps watching him. Given the time and their day off, she could let him continue sleeping for a bit, but she also wanted to spend more time with him. Watching him sleep was adorable, but her mind leapt at the prospect of spending more time together. Eventually, perhaps spurred from leftover emotions from last night’s endeavors, she slowly kisses his forehead to see how he’d react.
Which did not register in his sleep, apparently. Ren still laid completely undisturbed by the fact that his girlfriend and lover was giggling to herself and placing more kisses here and there, slowly getting more forceful. After the seventh one, he groans and rolls over a bit. On the tenth one, he finally mumbles something unintelligible to her, spurring Sumire to continue her unrelenting assault while whispering to him.
“Ren-senpai are you awake?” She gleefully whispers.
More sleepy grumbles greet her. She can’t help but take in how adorable he is like this. The fearless leader of the disbanded Phantom Thieves, the man who shot two gods down, her unwavering inspiration, all but dead to the world like a hibernating bear.
“Oh senpai~” she drawls out in a lilting tone.
The use of his nickname catches his mind, eliciting a deep yawn, finally followed by a stretch. “Sumire… what time is it?” Ren’s voice croaks out.
“It’s a little past eight!” She smiles at him.
“Eight?” He cracks an eye open, incredulous expression meeting her bright gaze. “Can’t I have five more minutes? Yesterday took a bit out of me.” He pulls her in towards him, as if to bribe her with cuddles.
“Oh fine” she whines into his chest. “You get five more minutes since you’re so cute like this.” Ren was more than happy to oblige, knowing he’d successfully charmed her to his demands once again.
His response to her was to plant a kiss on her forehead and hold her a little tighter. He simply laid there, feeling her warmth and absorbing her presence as much as he could. It was so comfortable, so relaxing. He felt as though he could simply cuddle with her for eternity. And yet… five short minutes passed by much faster than he would’ve liked, as Sumire soon started to poke and shake him lightly again.
“Your five minutes are up, why don’t we enjoy this day together?” She breathes out while attempting to rouse Ren. But he, it seemed, was intent on denying his return to the waking world.
“Come on sleepyhead~” she coos for his attention yet again. Her incessant poking and prodding seemed like it was working, seeing as Ren slowly turned his head towards her, bleary eyes staring down the source of his disturbed rest. She sat up, trying to get a better angle for her shoulder-shaking ministrations. Unfortunately for Ren, it seems his tormentor’s cruelty knew no bounds as she continued to buzz about. A loud groan escapes his lips as he slowly, painstakingly crawls away from her, fighting off waves of attacks from her hands.
“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” he shuffles a bit more, before suddenly pulling her down to his grasp again. A small eep comes from Sumire at the sudden show of force as she gets very close to his face, now adorned with a smirk. He presses his lips softly onto her cheek. “And you didn’t play fair either, doing all those things to wake me up.”
“Can you blame me? I just wanted to be with my Ren-pai.” She giggles.
“Ren-pai, huh? So I’m back to being your senpai?” He gave her a devilish grin. “I thought after last ni–“
Whatever quip he was about to hit her with was abruptly interrupted by a hand on his mouth, turning his words into a series of muffled sounds. Sumire could feel his laughter, quite literally against her hand, until he gently pushed it aside.
“What’s wrong, Sumi dear? Or would you rather be called–“ Another hand muffled his mouth again as he breaks down into laughter.
“S-s-stop it right there! Y-you can’t just say things like that!” She refused to meet his gaze, eyes darting around to look anywhere but where his mirthful expression would embarrass her further.
“Sumi,” he chuckled darkly, once again free of any speech obstructing hands. “I technically didn’t get to say anything yet.”
“But you were going to!” She huffed at him. “Maybe I should’ve just let you keep sleeping, you’re much cuter that way.” She crosses her arms and turns her head with a high pitched hmph!
“Oh really?” He questions, “So you didn’t wake me up early because you wanted a repeat performance?”
Fire spread across her face as she heard those words. Playfully smacking his shoulder, she groans as he continues to tease her. “I only woke you up because it’s been so long since we had a day off together!” She pouted at him.
“Alright alright, you win Sumi. You know I can’t say no to you when you’re this cute” he pecks a kiss onto her forehead for good measure. “So, did you have something in mind?”
Sumire hums in thought, eventually thinking out loud. “A picnic? And then, mmm… Maybe an aquarium? Yeah, and then a nice meal we cook together back at home… yeah!” She met his gaze with what he could swear were sparkles in her eyes. “Does that sound like fun to you Ren?”
Not able to find it within him to tease this pure joy emanating from her, he gives her a smile. “I would love to, Sumire.” He began to stretch a bit, sitting up in bed. He truly considered himself a lucky man to have such an adorable girlfriend whose joy was infectious and pure as snow.
He turned to her, grey orbs meeting crimson as affection welled forth between them.
“I love you, Sumire.”
“And I love you, Ren.”
It was already a perfect day that could only get better from here on.