Duster's eyes flutter open when the heel of Aya's boot presses against his cheek. His body twists on the bed as he peeks at the window.

"Mmm," he moans and pulls up his wrinkled blankets. "What time is it?"

Judging by how much sunlight is filtering into the room, he didn't get enough sleep yet. It's too early to leave his warm bed, no matter what his housemate insists.