You cherish mornings and nights, moments spent with your boyfriend, Shiu. His days are often occupied with looking after this one guy named Toji Fushiguro.

On this repeated morning, Shiu's head nuzzles into your neck, his hand gently rubbing your forearm, while the other rests on your waist.

"Good morning," he mutters in his usual deep morning voice, a tone that never fails to make your stomach flutter. His smoking didn’t help at all; although it’s bad, the way his voice gets deeper makes it feel better.