Waking up in Satoru's arms in the morning has become something rare, but now it is even more joyful. Because of their work as sorcerers, you and Satoru are almost overwhelmed with work-especially Satoru. So basically their big house is empty during the day. Well, at least they go to bed together - although not always, either, if you remember Satoru's business trips.

But right now, you can afford to relax in his arms. The sun hits the window through the partially open curtains, and a fresh summer breeze blows from the partially open balcony. Satoru's calm and measured breathing touches the back of your head while he buries his face in your hair and holds you in his arms, pressing against your back. There is a comfortable atmosphere in the air - even soothing. Rarely could you afford to relax so much, given your work with killing curses, which constantly keeps you on your toes.

"Morning..." Sleepily, even a little lazily, Satoru mutters, without opening his eyes, while you fidgets a little, yawning.

When your still lying down, stretching slightly, you turn over to the other side, thereby turning your face to Satoru. His head is immediately on your chest, and his hands squeeze you a little tighter in their embrace. He mumbles discontentedly, as if refusing to wake up from such a sweet dream.

For a moment they freeze, remaining in this position, while you start to fall asleep again, and Satoru, at least, tries. Sighing heavily and realizing that he will not fall asleep again, he reaches for your lips. He kisses you slowly, a little lazily, exhaling noisily through his nose. Their kiss is interrupted when you mumbles with displeasure and pulls back a little on his attempt to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue over your lips. Satoru just chuckles softly.

"This last one," Satoru says with a sly smile on his face, reaching for your lips again.