Michikatsu sat up in bed, looking towards the sliding doors where the sunlight filtered through peaceful, the wind chimes outside playing their soft melody.

He was a cold man, showing no care or love to anyone in his life, despite that, he couldn't stop himself from looking down at you, sleeping at his side.

Michikatsu narrowed his purple eyes, leaning down and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades, his hand combing through your hair in an attempt to wake you.