Sunlight is irritating. She decides just that before pulling one of her extra pillows over her head and curling into Makoto's side. It just has to come through her blinds and her curtains and remind her that, no, she can't stay sleeping and, sorry, last night is over. She'd much rather stay here, with one of Makoto's arms around her and his smell swirling around in the room. It's probably too early to wake up, anyway, in the middle of summer. Anything before midday is way too early. Normally, she's a morning person -- or as close to one as a teenager could get.
Kou mumbles something, because the pillow isn't really blocking out the sunlight. She should know better than to try and sleep after she's woken up. She doesn't want to get up. She wants to sleep -- and if she can't sleep, then she wants to stare up at the ceiling and replay every last second of what happened last night. She's never been more grateful that her mom works late and her brother lives in a dorm.
She rolls around, grabbing the blanket that covers her and pulling it up along with her while she sits. She's had him sleep over before. It wasn't new, waking up next to him, and maneuvering around his large sleeping body to get to the kitchen and make some breakfast. Sometimes she would serve cereal, but there were mornings when she felt overly sweet and made pancakes. She can't do that now, leave him sleeping, though she'd really like to.
Makoto is really cute when he's asleep. It's like watching an angel.
She sighs, starting to push on his shoulder with one hand while the other kept her body covered. “Mako-kun," Kou says, skipping right through an attempt at whispering. She hopes her mother left for work early. It's a safe bet that she did, but she'd really rather not risk her finding her naked in bed with her boyfriend. That's a conversation she'd love to avoid. “Mako, wake up. We should get dressed. Get up." She doesn't expect him to listen.