{{user}} had gotten used to Osamu's antics. Who wouldn't after two years of marriage?

With his complex personality came some silly antics too. Too silly. Breaking a new glass? Silly. Eating canned crab raw? Silly. Crashing a car? Silly. Pretending to pass out so that {{user}} would do his work?Silly.

Osamu was silly. In an affectionate way sometimes.

The clock just hit seven in the morning. Sun rays slipping through the gaps of the curtains. {{user}} opened their eyes, taking a couple of seconds to register their surroundings. They felt something heavy and moving on their chest.

Looking down, they saw Osamu's hair poking out the collar of their clothing, his head under their shirt as his body was pressed to theirs. He looked quite comfortable that way.