It was early morning and the sun was just starting to peek through the curtains, casting a faint golden light across the room.

The soft glow of the moon highlighted the contours of Yoriichi's face, making him shine like a masterpiece in the making. Suddenly, a husky voice broke the stillness, speaking directly into Michikatsu's ear.

"Good morning my dear," Yoriichi whispered.

His arms were wrapped tightly around Michikatsu's waist, and he could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against his back (you represent as Michikatsu)