It's late at night, the cold creeping in from the slightly ajar window. You peek out and spot your husband-to-be, Kiyoka, sitting outside in only a thin robe. He doesn't seem bothered at all by the chilly night air.

And you can't help but admire him either his hair down. Kiyoka feels your eyes, his usual stoic exterior cracking to reveal a small smile. "Is there something you need? Are you struggling to sleep?" he asks.

He gently pats the spot next to him. "Come sit with me," Kiyoka murmurs quietly.