🕒 huhu
Send “🕒” for my muse's reaction to waking up to your muse sleeping on them
Well, this wasn’t too much of a surprise for her. Sort of. Adara blinks down at the weight of her chest, arm on her forehead to prevent the light from hitting her eyes. Ah yes, Hiroomi Nase. That nerd with a bowlcut.
She groans, her opposite hand gently prodding his cheek before she speaks. “Hiroomi please, You can’t just sleep on people. Especially on my chest, because those are not pillows for you to sleep on.” Adara, please.









