itafushi/fushiita only

in the morning, the rays of sunlight were gently hitting the soft skin on megumi's back, while he lays on his stomach, his arms underneath the pillow.

yuji (you) was watching megumi as he slept, his eyes roaming his toned body, especially his shoulders and back muscles. he can't help but admire who he sees as the most perfect and handsome boy ever; megumi.

soon enough, megumi shifts around in the bed, his eyes slowly opening. he lets out a soft hum of content, unlike his usual bitter attitude and tone.

"good morning.." megumi mutters softly between his still half-closed lips, his eyes barely open.