"Hey, get up."

Daichi groaned as he rolled apathetically on his bed.

A second later, he felt the wind get knocked out of him as a small weight landed on his stomach.
"Ow! What the hell, Keita!?"

"I said get up."
Kaichi's eyes opened to see Keita stretched out on top of him. His elbows were resting uncomfortably on Daichi's chest, and he could see Keita's feet swinging back and forth behind his head.

"How am I supposed to get up when you're on top of me!?"
"Lift both of us up."
"It's first thing in the morning!"
"Not for some of us."

Daichi gave a weak yell, attempting to roll over only for Keita to shift his weight and pin him down on his stomach again.
"Geez, the chick you brought gets up on her own fine, but you three are a real pain."
Daichi looked sleepily up at Keita. That's right… Joe never gets up at a good time, and Hibiki…
It frustrated Daichi just thinking about it. For the past few days, Makoto of all people had been coming into Hibiki's room first thing in the morning to wake him. Daichi wished for the thousandth time that Makoto would come into his room instead of the thin twerp currently perched on his stomach.

"Have any Sepritones shown up or something?"
"Not yet."
Daichi gave a yawn, pushing back into his pillow.
"Hmm… You're pretty boney, but the pressure actually feels kinda nice. Maybe I'll just go back the slee-OOF!" Keita pressed all of his weight onto one elbow, stabbing it into Daichi's collarbone. "Don't you have anything better to do!?" Daichi hollered. Keita simply shrugged, looking at him expectantly. "Rrrrrgh,you little twerp-!"
Daichi feebly started to push himself off the bed, struggling under the weight of Keita plus his own sleep-weakened body. Keita stared at him critically as Daichi fell back on the bed.

"What the hell was that? You call yourself a man?"
"No, I call myself tired!"
Daichi tried once again to lift them both off the bed, shoving Keita over with his elbow as he got himself into a sitting position. "You suck."
Keita sat on the bed to his side, his legs still slightly tangled in Daichi's. He brought himself into a sitting position as well, gathering himself in one place before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

"Finally. Now get dressed."
Keita got up and walked out the door as Daichi reached for his things, wondering for the first time why Keita even bothered getting him up in the first place.