His Lovable Klutz (Completed)

Segment Twenty-two.

♥ Getting Too Comfortable ♥

      Saturday morning arrived with a quiet calm, the kind that made it perfect for sleeping in. Coby was completely lost in her dreams, sprawled out on her bed in the most unflattering position imaginable. Her hair was a wild mess, sticking out in every direction as if it had decided to rebel against the concept of neatness.

      Her mouth was wide open, snoring softly with a rhythm that almost sounded like a tiny chainsaw. She was lying face-down, one arm dangling off the side of the bed, while her left leg hung awkwardly off the other side, leaving her looking like she had been dropped onto the bed from a great height and simply hadn't bothered to move since.

      Meanwhile, across the hall in his room, Stefan was already up, he was sitting up in his bed, his laptop resting on his lap as he typed away with the efficiency of a man who had a thousand things to do and no time to waste.

      His room was the epitome of masculine elegance—spacious, with an understated luxury that spoke volumes without having to shout. The walls were adorned with the Ambiance Frame, cycling through a series of sleek, futuristic tech images that Stefan found both inspiring and calming.

      His nightstand was immaculate, holding only the essentials—a book, a glass of water, and his phone. The large window let in just enough natural light to illuminate the room without being harsh, and the balcony beyond promised a spectacular view.

      Stefan's closet room was a walk-in masterpiece, with rows of perfectly arranged clothes, organized by color and type. Shoes lined the bottom shelves, polished and spotless. A series of cologne bottles sat neatly on a shelf, each with a distinct, sophisticated scent. The adjoining bathroom was just as impressive, with a massive shower and a bathtub that looked like it belonged in a luxury spa.

      After a while, Stefan stretched, rolling his shoulders to ease the stiffness from sitting too long. He glanced at the time on his laptop and decided that he needed a mug of coffee to kickstart his morning properly. Closing his laptop and placing it on the nightstand, he climbed out of bed, his movements smooth and deliberate. He made his way out of the bedroom, fully expecting to find Coby somewhere downstairs.

      The living room was empty, as was the kitchen. Stefan frowned slightly, wondering where she could be. A thought crossed his mind, and he decided to check her room. It wasn't his usual practice to intrude on others' spaces, but this was his house, and he felt it was within his right.

      Standing behind Coby's door, Stefan knocked a few times, calling her name. "Coby? You in there?"

      There was no response, not even a stir. With a sigh, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, his eyes immediately landing on the sight before him.

      Coby was still fast asleep, flat on her stomach, with her leg hanging off the bed. Stefan's gaze drifted to her choice of sleepwear—a pair of panda pajamas that were both comical and endearing.

      The face of the cartoon character Po from Kung Fu Panda was emblazoned on the butt cheeks, grinning up at the ceiling with a mischievous expression that made Stefan chuckle quietly. The panda's face was exaggerated, with its eyes squinted into crescent moons and its mouth wide open as if it was about to burst out laughing. The image was so absurd that Stefan couldn't help but smile.

      But his amusement was short-lived. Without warning, Coby let out a loud fart that echoed through the room like a foghorn. Stefan's eyes widened in shock, and he took a quick step back, startled by the unexpected noise.

      "What the...!" he muttered, staring at her in disbelief.

      Coby, still blissfully unaware of her audience, scratched her butt absentmindedly before rolling over to the other side of the bed, facing away from Stefan.