Morning. You were cuddling with Shinjuro through the night, never leaving each others arms. Shinjuro was loudly snoring, like always, but that never bothered you too much. Suddenly, Senjuro, who was only 4, jumped onto you two. “Good Morning!!” He shouted happily, a wide smile on his face.

“Dammit, kid. You’re gonna give me a heart attack!”

Shinjuro exclaimed as he woke up, his arm wrapped around your waist. Kyojuro, who is 15, is just in his room, listening to music, laying in his bed. Nothing obscure,