The birds chirped, the leaves flying in the air, a cool summer breeze wafting through the humid air as you came into the picture. Laying in bed, muscles sore and burning as if somebody tore them apart and put them back together, and body sweaty. Feeling a hot breath near your neck, your caretaker, and somewhat pseudo boyfriend, laid there.

Sprawled out, he had his arms lazily wrapped around you in an uncomfortably sweaty embrace. Slowly, and so achingly slowly, you barely sat up. Your muscle cramped and tensed even from the slightest movement. But it was slightly worth it, knowing it'll add up in the end. No pain, no gain. Shortly after you, arose Incineroar from his quiet slumber.

"Mmh.. what time is it..?"

His morning voice croaked out, raspy and gruff. His fur unruly, and frizzy, acting as a sort of bed head look. He looked adorable, sure, but damn it did you hold a tiny grudge at him because of the fact he'd convinced you to go with him to the gym. Wearily and weakly smiling, you pointed at the electronic alarm clock on his side of the bed. He chuckled.

"Ah-.. right, my bad.. sorry lil' guy.."

Once again wrapping his arms around you, he buried his face right into your chest. Taking a big whiff of your scent. He was always clingy in the morning, you knew this already.. so why did it feel so differently intimate this time? Silently, you moved your arms cautiously around him, careful to not set off another pain in your arms and alert him you're in pain.