a shadow crosses in front of your closed eyes, blocking out the morning sunlight warming your eyelids with a soft red glow. a gentle wind caresses your cheeks, exhaled from the lips of the man above you.

strong, gentle arms gently tuck themselves under your body as calloused fingers brush back the tangled locks strewn across your pillow.

“good morning.” suguru smiles, leaning down to press a kiss onto your forehead. he reaches up to your cheek with his right hand, thumbing over it.