Waking up, the first thing Ryan notices was the way Bryce had snuggled up to him sometime during the night. He had both arms wrapped tightly around Ryan's body, and his face buried into Ryan's chest.

Something about their position made Ryan's heart flutter all weird. He didn't understand the feeling, nor did he want to. Deciding that the best option would to be to wake up Bryce so he can move, Ryan begins to nudge Bryce gently.

“Bryce? Brycey, wake up. We- we….. We gotta get going,” Ryan says softly. He pokes at Bryce a few more times, only for him to whine and snuggle further into Ryan's side.

“Nooo…. Five more minutes.”

Ryan tries to argue, but finds that he can't bring himself to do such a thing when Bryce is all snuggly and cuddly with him. So he sighs, trying his best to hide the blush on his face despite Bryce having his eyes closed.

“Fine. At least get off of me so I can go to the bathroom.” At that, Bryce opens his eyes slightly, before shooting up in bed with a blush on his face.

“Oh, shoot! I- um, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that, I just kinda like warm things and being warm when I sleep, and you're super warm, so I guess I just-”

“It's okay, Bryce. We all like a little snuggling every now and then, you know?” Ryan smiles warmly at Bryce, an attempt to keep either of them from getting too flustered.

Thankfully, Brock opens the door to the room, distracting the two from their positions. “Morning, guys! I made you two breakfast! I gotta get going to class, though. You know, college student and all. So I'll be back a little later. There's a spare key on the table if you guys need to get back in.”

Bryce nodded politely, smiling tiredly. “Yeah, thanks Brock!”

Ryan felt a bit suspicious of Brock’s sudden kindness towards them. Would any normal person really be this nice to two strangers who wandered over to his home? Ryan wasn't entirely sure of the answer, but he was positive Brock had some kind of hidden intenions or whatever.

Then again, he was tired as fuck. Maybe some food would help his mind work a little better.

With that, Ryan pulls himself out of bed, stretching his arms. He gave a yawn, and then began to get himself ready.

Some ten minutes later, he and Bryce are sitting and eating breakfast. Ryan was happily eating some bacon and eggs, and sometimes trying to sneak a piece off of Bryce's plate.

“Would you stop doing that, Ohm?!” Bryce smacks Ryan's hand away for what feels like the hundreth time, giving him a small glare.

Ryan snickers and grins. “Stop doing what?”

“Would you stop-”

Bryce was cut off by a sudden thunk sounding from somewhere in the living room.

Ryan looks over at the room in question, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. He decides that it isn't worth investigating at the moment, and instead goes back to eating.

But Bryce, however, gets up and goes over to the room. There was a bit of silence, save for some rustling and shuffling coming from the living room, and the sound of Ryan's fork hitting his plate.

And then Bryce gives a loud, panicked scream out of nowhere, startling Ryan so much he spills his coffee.