[ Oof. He isn't sure what sort of reception he'd been expecting, but this knocks everything out of the ballpark anyway. Morgana isn't heavy (not like Ryuji had been—that was a bEAST of a tackle), but even the momentum of his small weight is enough to tip Akira backwards, landing him solidly on his bottom. He wraps his arms around his friend with a light chuckle, squeezing gently. ]
You overslept.
[ ...By a lot. But better to wake late than never, and Akira plants his entire face against Mona's spacious noggin for a moment in quiet relief.
—You know what, he's gonna stay exactly where he is.
He doesn't let go.
(Mona will literally have to pry himself off to escape.)
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You overslept.
[ ...By a lot. But better to wake late than never, and Akira plants his entire face against Mona's spacious noggin for a moment in quiet relief.
—You know what, he's gonna stay exactly where he is.
He doesn't let go.
(Mona will literally have to pry himself off to escape.)
Sorry not sorry. ]