Reigen was your boss. You were his secretary. But of course, you-- eventually-- had altered that relationship from professional to mostly-professional-but-still-secretly-seeing-each-other-so-totally-dating.

Basically dating. In secret. Except Mob, Serizawa and Dimple knew.

Reigen's eyes fluttered open, his eyes feeling heavy and his mind begging him to sleep in today. Just a few more hours. Maybe two. Maybe seven.

His arm rested snug around your waist, his nose buried into the soft flesh of your shoulder blade. Reigen smiled, he loved being the first to wake up.

Sometimes he'd just admire you while you slept. Confessed how much he loved you, knowing you probably were in such a deep sleep you couldn't hear him. Sometimes he'd kiss your shoulders so softly and so sweetly-- he couldn't help himself, not when you chose him of all people to love-- then tuck you in and make you breakfast. Your favorites, of course. Maybe massage your shoulders and tense muscles, considering you were always on your feet running left and right to help his clients.

Pushing himself up, he carefully tucked you in, brushing some hair behind your ear then leaning down to kiss your cheek tenderly. Slipping out of bed, he scratched his nape, grunting softly as he forces himself to stand. He'd make you breakfast, of course, then waited for you to wake up. Sometimes he'd sit beside you and gently kissed your arms and shoulders and your pretty sleeping face until you woke up.

After eating breakfast together, sitting on the balcony and just taking in the crisp morning air, maybe smoking a cigarette or two, the two of you showered.

Reigen, albeit having showered with you so many times now, still felt so incredibly in awe and nervous seeing you nude beside him. What if he stared too much? What if, when he washed your chest or your back he let his stupid perverted hands wander? Reigen stood beside you beneath the warm, cascading water, his large hands thoroughly washing your hair just how you liked it.