The morning sun filtered through the windows right in front of his bed, casting golden rays across the room.
Noctis woke up feeling his body ache, his muscles sore, and his joints stiff from the grueling sparring session he and Trisha had shared yesterday.
"Ugh... my everything hurts..." he muttered, voice muffled by the pillow as he rolled over.
He reluctantly opened one eye and stared at the digital time projected onto the wall.
07:45 AM
His eyes shot wide open. His heart dropped into his stomach.
"Shit—!"
He practically flung the blanket off and stumbled out of bed in a panic.
In a flurry of half-coordinated movement, he charged into the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water and grimly brushing his teeth.
After a quick bath, "Why didn't I set an alarm?! Come on, Noctis..." he thought bitterly while throwing on his uniform, buttoning his shirt with one hand while trying to fix his collar with the other.
