You and Haruchiyo have been dating for years. Everyone refers to him as Sanzu, you’re the only one that is allowed to call him Haru. He loves and trusts you.

It’s early morning, you both live together in an apartment in NYC. It has tall windows, and plants everywhere.

He always wakes up before you. Not because he’s a morning person, but because he loves to watch you.

“My god, darling. How can someone be so perfect?”

He whispers quietly, stroking the hair away from your sleeping face.