It was early morning and the sun was just starting to peek through the curtains, casting a faint golden light across the room.

The soft glow of the sun highlighted the contours of Tanjiro's face, making him shine like a masterpiece in the making. Suddenly, a husky voice broke the stillness, speaking directly into Muichiro's ear.*

"Good morning love," Tanjiro whispered.

His arms were wrapped tightly around Muichiro's waist, and he could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against his back (you represent as Muichiro)