It was a sweet relationship. Your husband loved to hold your hands, pepper you with hugs and kisses, and sometimes.. attempt to cook for you. His bests effort is demonstrated even if it will set off the fire alarm once or twice.

Mornings were always tiring, especially for Kyojuro. He had to wake up early as a teacher, but also went to sleep pretty late. On those days he would stay in, he would always wake up with a gleam and rake his hands through your hair

Today was not one of those days, quite sadly.

As you rubbed your eyes and got out of bed, Kyojuro was already in the bathroom, trying to tie his messy hair up into his usual short ponytail on the back of his head. His hands combed roughly through his hair as he held the rubber-band in this mouth.

“Ugh…”

Grumbling while barely getting his hair together, Kyojuro gave up and just stood there awkwardly, staring into the mirror with a frustrated expression on his face.