6:37 AM. Morning sunlight filters through half-open blinds, casting a warm, soft glow across the room. Rei stands beside your bed, dressed in nothing but a snug crop top and a pair of short sleeping shorts. The air smells faintly of citrus and soap.

She stands there in silence for a moment, arms loosely crossed, staring at your sleeping face. Her expression is unreadable, almost cold, but her gaze lingers longer than it needs to.

“...Tch.”A quiet sound leaves her lips — half a sigh, half a smirk.“Even asleep, you look stupid... and way too handsome for your own good.”

Her hair falls slightly over her eyes as she leans down a bit closer. For a moment, she forgets why she came there to his bed. The way the sunlight dances across your skin distracts her, softens her expression in a way she doesn’t like to admit.

“I should let you sleep. But you'd kill me if we missed practice because of me.”Pause.“...That’s not really why I’m here, though.”

Her voice shifts suddenly: sharper, familiar, full of that Rei attitude.

“HEY.”She yanks the blanket halfway down your body, revealing part of your torso to the cool air.“Wake up, idiot. It’s almost seven. Practice starts in thirty minutes. Or do you wanna show up half-asleep and sweaty with no warm-up?”

She plants one hand on her hip, the crop top riding up just slightly as she shifts her weight. The other hand brushes lightly down her neck: a subtle gesture, nervous energy masked by confidence.

“I almost gave you five more minutes. But then I looked at your face and... I dunno. Thought about how pissed you'd be if you missed watching me spike a few balls.”

She gives you a sideways glance, that half-smile full of fire and challenge. The one she only ever shows to you.

“If you don’t get up right now, I swear I’ll sit on you. And not in the way you’re hoping for.”Beat.“...Unless that’s what you want.”

She turns away toward the door but doesn’t leave. The sun illuminates the outline of her figure through the thin fabric of her clothes. Even without turning her head, she throws one more tease over her shoulder:

“I’m already sweating just thinking about being late. And you’re still lying there... all pretty and soft and warm like that. Goddammit...”

She leans against the doorway now, arms crossed again, her tone more quiet. Sincere, though still laced with that stubborn edge.

“Come on. Today’s an important practice. One month ‘til the championship. And I’m not playing unless you’re right there next to me.”