𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳"Cabin Cleanup," My Ass.

The room was quiet and serene, the kind of stillness that only comes in the early morning hours.
The faint glow of the sunrise peeked through the curtains, casting soft, golden streaks across the room.

The hum of the small fan on the dresser was the only sound accompanying the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you slept.

Anya, in the bed across the room,
was curled up under her blanket, her breathing slow and even.
For a moment, everything felt peaceful—like the world had hit pause.

The blankets were warm, cocooning you in a comfort that made the prospect of getting up seem like an impossible task.

Outside, the occasional chirp of a bird could be heard, and you could faintly make out the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze.

It was one of those rare mornings where nothing seemed urgent, and for a fleeting moment, you thought maybe today wouldn't be so bad.

Until—

"GOOOOD MOORNIIIIIING!"
The sudden blare of Curly's voice through a megaphone shattered the tranquility like a brick through a window.

You shot upright, startled out of your dream-like state, your heart pounding in your chest.
Beside you, Anya groaned, pulling her pillow over her head to drown out the noise.

"What the actual hell—?!"
you muttered, your voice groggy and laced with annoyance as you tried to locate the source of the chaos.

Another shout followed,
"TIME TO GET UP! WE'VE GOT A BIG DAY AHEAD!"

You threw the blanket off and stumbled toward the window, squinting through the bright light outside.
There he was, Curly, standing in the yard, fully dressed, looking like he'd been awake for hours.
The damn megaphone in his hand was practically an extension of his arm.

Anya sat up too, rubbing her eyes and glaring toward the window.

"Does he ever sleep?"
she grumbled, her voice muffled by her sleepy frustration.

"Clearly not,"
you muttered back, running a hand through your messy hair as you watched Curly pace around like a deranged drill sergeant, barking orders to no one in particular.

Swansea peeked his head out from his room across the hallway, his hair sticking up at odd angles.

"What is wrong with him?"
Swansea growled, his voice as grumpy as ever.

"EVERYBODY UP, OR I'M COMING IN WITH THIS THING!"
Curly shouted again, holding the megaphone up like a weapon of mass destruction.

Just as you were about to shuffle to the door, a loud, high-pitched scream pierced through the cabin.
You froze, wide-eyed, exchanging a bewildered glance with Anya.

"Was that—?"
Anya began, her words trailing off as another yell, unmistakably Daisuke's, echoed from across the hallway.

"Oh my god,"
you groaned, rubbing your temples.
"He's such a damn baby."

Anya snorted, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh.