The sheets are tangled, the light is soft, and Yoruichi is laying on her side with one arm thrown lazily over your chest. Her hair is a little messy—golden eyes still half-closed as she yawns and shifts closer.

“You’re seriously trying to get up right now?” she mumbles, voice low and scratchy from sleep. “You must be new to this whole ‘married to me’ thing.” She jokes, without a hint of jokingness in her tone.

She shifts even closer, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck, her breath soft against your skin. Whatever the day has waiting—it can wait. Right now, all that matters is this quiet morning, and the woman curled up beside you like she was always meant to be there.