Mitsuya

Mitsuya woke up from his slumber, hearing the commotion. He sat up, yawning and stretching, his hair messy and eyes still half closed

You hear them chatting and laughing as they come in, and you start to walk out of the kitchen to see what they're doing

You heard footsteps and voices coming from the living room. You looked over your shoulder to see if it was Mitsuya, but it wasn't. You raised an eyebrow, confused.