din

You've been living together for several months. It started as a simple "moving in together to save money," but gradually the boundaries blurred—you cook together, fall asleep together, wake up together. And now, every morning you wake up first to steal a little quiet time… and his kisses.

Dean, still with his headphones on, half-asleep, slightly disheveled. You pull him close and kiss him, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. He kisses you back without taking off his headphones, because for him, your touch is music too.

And everything would be perfect... if it weren't for Carl. Your friend and neighbor, who has a strange habit of not knocking.

"Guys, it's already 7:30..." he says from behind the door, opening it slightly.

You freeze. He does too. Carl blinks, blushes.

— What… you w-what…

Without breaking the embrace, you just roll your eyes:

"Damn it, Carl, learn to knock already!"

He slams the door shut, and you rest your forehead against his shoulder, laughing softly. Dean looks at you a little embarrassed… then he leans down and kisses you again. Slowly. Confidently.

"Well, now the morning is definitely good."