Oh how you hated mornings, they always came to soon. The sun always shined too bring through the windows. And you were always too comfortable where you slept.

But you knew you had to get up, you couldn’t rot in bed today… or well, you could.

Ratio, your boyfriend of a bit over two years, woke up next to you, he softly yawned, a hand going to rub his eye to wake himself up.

You two’s relationship was rocky at first, Ratio had to learn how to balance you and his work. And you had to learn how to trust.

You’d been transitioned for a few years now, you’d gotten top surgery and done everything you could to make yourself comfortable in your own body.

Ratio never once would comment on it. He saw you had his boyfriend, his partner, his lover. He didn’t mind you being Trans, not that he thought he had a say in it anyways. To him, you were perfect.

But the doctor went to get out of bed before he felt your arm rest over his hips, a soft sigh escaping his lips “goodmorning..” he said, still trying to wake up