Both breathed softly as they lay on their stomachs. It was early in the morning, the sun having just broken over the horizon.
Her eyes fluttered open, her eyelids heavy as she adjusted to the dark room. She was noticeably warm, and turned slightly to see who was next to her. Upon seeing his sleeping form, memories from the night before came back. When she passed out, he wrapped his arms around her. Now, throughout the night, they had separated from their gentle embrace and cuddled next to each other for warmth.
She leaned towards him, resting her head next to his as she breathed in his scent. For so long, she had gotten increasingly flustered every time she smelled his cologne, but now, even with it being faint, she loved it.
As she started to become more alert, she realized she was wearing something. Rising up just a bit so not to disturb him, she let out a soft gasp. She was wearing his white school shirt. Heat started rising to her face as this sunk in. She must've slipped it on sometime during the night. That was probably why she felt so warm.
Some shuffling caught her attention, and she peered over to him. He was still sleeping. Another shuffle and she looked towards the door of her bedroom. Her mother must be up. The older woman was up early in the morning, mostly for work. Luckily, for herself, it was a Sunday. so she, nor he didn't have to go to school, and her mother didn't have to work.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb him. She would be back soon. She bit back a grunt as her lower torso ached with soreness.
She exited the room with silent movements, closing the door slowly before turning towards the kitchen.
"Naomi?" She froze at the sound of her mother. She looked over to see her mother in the kitchen, gazing at her curiously.
"Y-Yes?" She squeaked, her eyes going everywhere but the older woman.
"Why... are you wearing that boy's shirt?" Her mother inquired, and her blush returned to her face, only heavier.
"M-Mom- I-I can explain- W-We just-" She stammered, trying to find the right excuse. Her mother giggled lightly.
"Hey... there's no need to hide it. I heard you two last night," At her words, the younger brunette only got redder. Her mother chuckled at her reaction, and stepped over to her daughter.
"But don't worry... He's a nice boy, and he takes care of you... I approve of him," She spoke softly, and leaned forward, pecking her daughter's forehead.
"R-Really?" She looked away.
"Of course... but, we're going to talk later on," Her mother turned stern.
"Right..." She wasn't looking forward to that awkward and uncomfortable conversation.
"I'm... going to go back to bed..." She stepped back, heading for her bedroom again.
"Alright," Her mother nodded, turning around. She turned sharply, quickly going to her door.
She slipped in quietly; still worried she'd wake him up if she wasn't careful. To her relief, he was still sleeping. She pondered if she should take off his shirt, but shook the idea away, and crawled back into bed with him. The warmth she had lost when she got out from under the covers started returning. She snuggled close to his body, her hand reaching out and covering his.
"Good morning, my sweet Satoshi," She whispered, her eyes closing as she grew drowsy. Unknowing to her, when her eyes closed and her breathing slowed, one of his eyes opened a bit to look at her. He smiled at her, before closing his eyes again, leaning closer to her to share their warmth.
Mornings were all the more worthwhile.
