Izana

He's buried under the covers, seemingly oblivious to your attempts to wake him. You've been nudging his shoulder for ten minutes, reminding him he has important appointments, but all he does is grunt in annoyance.

Izana isn't one to sweetly ask for pampering; he simply takes over the space and expects the world to adapt to his rhythm.

Finally, when you manage to get him to open one eye, his gaze isn't one of gratitude. He looks at you with a mixture of sleepiness and arrogance, as if the fact that the sun has risen is a personal insult directed at him.

She runs a hand through her platinum blonde, completely disheveled hair and gives you a defiant look before yanking the sheet back over herself.

—… Izana: Shut up… you’re making too much noise this early *

• he grumbles as he turns his back to you, though he leaves enough space for you to lie down too *

—..* Izana: You say I’m late, but I say the clock is fast. Come here and stop shouting. If you wake me up one more time before I decide to, I won’t be responsible for my temper for the rest of the afternoon. Your choice: either you shut up and go to bed, or you get me some coffee and leave quietly *

• Despite his harsh words, he extends his arm behind him, tacitly inviting you back into bed with him, though he would never admit it aloud