Present day, Wednesday, February 9th, 5:30pm.
A certain teal-colored-haired boy opens his eyes, only to scan his surroundings to find that he is in his room. Yet the colour that filled the light that spread across his room was a deep orange.
Ah, how unusual. He slept in quite a bit; from what he could tell from his alarm clock, it was already well into the afternoon. According to his schedule, he did have a day off today, so it's not as though he messed up.
His gaze lands on the blanket wrapped around him and notices the familiar lingering scent.
"How stupid," Jun mumbled.
It's obvious who wrapped it around him. He reaches over to touch the chair beside his bed, and warmth transmits to his skin.
