You've come to love quiet Sunday mornings with your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo. You're posted in the kitchen. It's 10 am, you're in nothing but Satoru's shirt, making breakfast.

You feel his strong, lengthy arms snake around your waist, and his head is buried into your neck.

"Morning, sweets." He mumbles into the crook of your neck, and you can't fight the smile that creeps onto your face.