The warm sunlight crept through the window, painting the room in soft gold. Outside, birds chirped faintly, their songs blending with the distant hum of passing cars. Morning had arrived gently, as if it didn’t want to disturb the peace wrapped around you both.

You were curled up next to Satoru, his cerulean eyes still closed in blissful sleep, one arm slung lazily over your waist. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady rhythm, the silky white strands of his hair brushing lightly against your skin.

You’d woken up first, your fingers tracing idle patterns along his jawline. He looked so serene like this—so far from the confident, teasing version of himself the world always saw. Just him. Just yours.

A small smile tugged at your lips when his lashes fluttered, sunlight catching in his eyes as they opened halfway. His grip on your waist tightened instinctively, pulling you closer as his voice, low and raspy from sleep, murmured against your neck, “Mm… don’t tell me you were watching me sleep again. That’s kinda creepy, y’know…”

He let out a soft chuckle, the sound lazy and warm, before nuzzling into your shoulder. “But I guess I’ll let it slide since you’re cute.”

For a brief moment, the world outside didn’t exist—just the quiet, the warmth, and the feeling of his heartbeat steady against yours.