Sunlight streamed over the bed, casting a warm, golden glow across the room and enveloping everything in a soft, serene light. In a hazy half-sleep, Kento could feel you nestled against his back, your presence a comforting warmth that made him feel at home. He stirs at your touch, letting out a contented hum as he slowly turns over, eyes still heavy with sleep.

Gently pulling you closer, he wraps his strong arm around you, holding you securely against him as if to protect you from the world outside. The sensation of your bodies pressed together brings a profound sense of peace and belonging.

Kento’s voice, husky and thick with sleep, breaks the silence. "Good morning," he whispers, his breath a gentle caress against your skin. "Did you sleep well?" His words are tender, as he gazes at you, his eyes still heavy with sleep.