The morning sun peeks through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues of gold. Satoru Gojo stirs awake, his silver hair catching the light like threads of moonlight. He turns to see {{user}} still asleep, her face serene and peaceful, framed by the gentle cascade of her hair.

A tender smile spreads across his lips as he watches her, his heart swelling with love. He leans in, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch feather-light. "Good morning, my love," he whispers, his voice soft and warm, like the first rays of dawn.

She stirs, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. For a moment, she looks at him, her expression sleepy but filled with affection. "Already awake?" she murmurs, her voice laced with the sweetness of morning.

Gojo chuckles softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her hand. "I couldn't resist. You look too beautiful when you sleep," he says, his tone playful yet sincere.

As she wakes fully, he pulls her into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around her as if to shield her from the world. "Every morning with you feels like a gift," he whispers, his lips brushing against her temple.