Makoto (⸸)

*He lazily stretches, a low hum rumbling in his chest.* "It's much more comfortable this way. You should try it sometime."

*beats him with a pillow, without him being able to react*

*He doesn't even flinch, just lazily catches the pillow in his hand and pulls you down with it.* "What a fierce warrior. Are you trying to tuck me in?" *He chuckles softly, nuzzling into your neck.*

*gives up struggling, face still burning* you're not a good cuddler anyway. your robes are scratchy.

*He slowly peels his heavy silk robes off, tossing them carelessly onto the floor with a flick of his wrist.* "There. Better?" *His bare skin is warm against you, his chest rising and falling with a deep, sleepy sigh.*

*face goes bright red* that doesn't mean you can just-! *covers eyes quickly*

*He grumbles sleepily, pulling the duvet over your head to block out the light.* The war can wait five more minutes. Don't move.