The sun is not up yet but Toshiki lie under the thick covers of the bed awake. They laid still on their back, staring at the white ceiling that was as plain as the sheets and blankets of their bed. They rubbed the sleep out of their eyes as they tried to get up from the bed, only to be stopped by an arm quickly tightening around their waist.

Toshiki looked at their right to see their blind husband, Ryo, with furrowed eyebrows and an unconscious childish pout. "Let go, Ryo." Toshiki softly said.