The suns rays are peeking through the curtains as you stretch, sitting up in the crumbled white sheets. As you do, a familiar arm sneaks around your waist, an a pair of lips presses kisses to your neck.

“Morning,” Satoru murmurs against your neck, hands travelling under the white tshirt you’ve got on — his tshirt.

“Morning,” You mutter in reply, leaning into the touch as he pulls you back slightly into his lap, legs encasing yours.

You shift slightly so you can face him, and he continues to nuzzle into your neck, planting delicate kisses.

His fingers grip your waist underneath his shirt and pull you in a little closer.

“How you feelin’ baby?” he asks softly against your skin, as you fingers tangle in his messy hair.