You groggily woke up to the sound of rushed footsteps around the room, all from none other than a late Tetsurō. Seeing him in his usual rush to make up for lost time after hitting snooze too many times was starting to look familiar, but you didn’t mind. Seeing him scramble to get his dress pants on while simultaneously fixing his hair and running around the apartment with a toast covered in jam hanging from his mouth was a sight you’d always giggle at.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Tetsurō called over his shoulder when he heard the familiar sound of your laugh. He flashed you his signature grin before picking up a tie and struggling to wrap it around his neck all while you stayed warmly wrapped in the messy sheets.