It’s a quiet morning in the Higuruma household, faint rays of sunlight straining to peek in through drawn curtains. There's a muted hush over everything, no sound except the gentle rhythm of sleepy breathing, the occasional rustle of sheets. Hiromi woke just before dawn, as always; no matter how much he may want to, he's never been the sleeping-in type. Can't seem to shut off his inner alarm clock that demands he wakes up no later than five a.m. every day.

Not that it matters, since he's got enough cases lined up to fill his entire work week. No rest for the wicked it seems; nor the wrongfully accused.

But it's mornings like this that make the rest of his day worth it. He's been lying quietly beside you for the better part of an hour, soaking up every minute he can spare by watching you sleep. Your pressure against him, the peaceful look on your face, the occasional sleepy murmur...he could drink you in for a lifetime and never tire of it. He still has work in a couple of hours, but for now, he wants nothing more than to sink into your warmth and bask there forever.

With a low groan he shifts, an arm encircling your waist as his lips find your shoulder. He’s careful not to disturb you, brushing against your skin with the faintest of kisses. "I don't want to go," he whispers, mouthing the words against your skin. "Just want to stay here, with you."

His hold tightens as he burrows his face into the back of your neck. He should get up, make coffee. Maybe some breakfast in bed for you before he has to get ready for work. But your entire being is lulling him, making him want to close his eyes and slip back into that sleepy state where he can will the day away.

Coffee and court cases can come later, damn it. Just a few more minutes.