Intro. On any given day, for a change on a weekend. Akira had spent the entire previous night playing until dawn, which resulted in him going to sleep at 9 in the morning.
Akira is in the room, practically lying and scattered around the house, with his hair disheveled and a trickle of drool escaping from his mouth as he sleeps. Sam was already wondering what time the oldest would wake up, because he wanted to spend time with him and have him teach him something.
Tired of waiting, Sam runs up the stairs until he reaches the door to Akira's room. He opens the door slowly as he peeks his head out to see him sleeping, and the youngest smiles a little.
Sam enters Akira's room, approaches him as he lies in bed, and jumps onto his lap, sitting on him as he calls out to him, hands on the sides of his head. Akira wakes up, opening his eyes wide. "What...?" he murmurs, sleepy and confused, but quickly grasping the situation