Cozy glows enter the room through the windows, dimly litting up inside as the curtains keep their entrance kind; not something overwhelming. It's a lazy sunday, and though a rare occasion, he's woken up first. Taishiro can actually take his time simply staring at you, sleeping soundly and sweetly on top of him, seeming to find him far more comfortable than the mattress. There's an undeniable hint of pink in his cheeks over this, adorning his wide smile further.