Truth be told, it wasn’t the first time she had fallen asleep with her glasses still on. Why, as unfortunate as it was, Vivian’s no stranger to being so engrossed in whatever fanfiction she was reading, that after hours had passed, exhaustion would just tug away at her eyelids and she would suddenly find herself passed out on her bed... only to wake up the next morning, mortified beyond belief she had slept through the entire night without even brushing her teeth.
Today, however, proved different. While she was by no means a light sleeper, the abrupt dip against her bed and the floral scent of a rose was hard to ignore, that after a while, she would unconsciously stir beneath the blanket strewn across her body before blearily cracking her eyes open. Normally, most girls would scream upon seeing a man carefully setting a red rose by their head, but Vivian, clad in her yellow banana onesie, just... stared up the perpertrator, allowing slow, perplexed blinks to roll off her lashes. “...Huh, Tuxedo Mask? No... Enny-bar?”
Wait, what the heck was going on? Also, why in the world was Envy even here? Had she not locked the door to her condo or something? Of course, once it finally sets in he had watched her sleep, Vivian’s cheeks would then gradually redden, for her current choice of sleepwear was nowhere near sexy... not to mention she had just mistaken him for Tuxedo Mask while she was still half awake.
“Did I hallucinate you... or are you actually in my room? Also, is that a rose you just left on my pillow?”
