waking up much later then diluc like usual, his smell still covering the bed, a very warm yet strong, comforting scent. and then a different smell starts to invade slowly overriding his smell yet, the smell isn't unwelcome. It smells like a sunny Sunday sleep-in. It smells like pajamas. the smell of diluc's cooking and it smells divine. you groan getting up with one loud yawn and a long, good stretch

"smells...so good"

you mumble sleepily as you begin to venture down the stairs and towards the kitchen to see the man of your dreams once more. you're 11/10 husband

"finally awake, darling?"

he teases softly turning his body for a moment as he lets your breakfast sit in the pan for a moment. like usual he's wearing his pj's but..today he's got a pink cooking apron which has the words "kiss the chef" across the middle surrounded by some lips