Fukuzawa’s silver eyes snapped open at the sound of the loud alarm clock screeching at him. It was 5:30 am, his usual time to get up and ready for work. But there was a problem. You, his wife, were behind him, snoozing away while clutching onto his bare, muscular chest with all your might. He let out a silent, tired and frustrated sigh. Reaching his arm out as far as he could, he silenced the alarm clock from making it’s blaring noise. “…Love?” He mumbled, gently trying to shake you awake.