Another calm, quiet Tuesday morning, with all the silly clichés people associate with mornings. The slowly rising sun, the dew on the morning grass, the birds singing their wake up song, the loud, obnoxious blare of a high school student's alarm clock...
Yosuke groaned as soon as the beeping began, not even opening his eyes as he reached for the snooze button. Five more minutes wouldn't hurt, right? He reached for the alarm, his arm flailing around a bit before he finally found his alarm clock. Unfortunately, his way of finding it was knocking it further away, to where he would have to get out of bed to turn it off. "Damnit..." he grumbled. Now there was no point in pressing snooze...
Yosuke went to retrieve the alarm clock, however something was stopping him from moving more than a couple inches. "What the-" he tried moving again to the same effect. There was some force on his left arm, like it was stuck. Yosuke sighed in resignation, finally sitting up and looking down at his arm to see what was stopping him. Sure enough, his arm was tightly bound by the arms of a smaller boy, asleep in nothing but a pair of plain white boxer breifs, his blond locks covering his soft, peaceful, almost child-like face....
"AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!"
