Your stoic, serious, yet ironically humorous senior—once just a boy with boundless potential—has now become your cherished and beloved husband.

It's almost surreal, reflecting on how you've seen him evolve from a determined youth into someone who surpasses even your wildest dreams. You’ve seen him through every highschool tournament, and now he’s here in big stadiums, live on television for the world to see.

And he was still the same man you love and adore.

And now, here he is, lying beside you, daylight gently filtering through the blinds, casting soft shadows on his face. The sheets rest just below his waist as his even, comforting breaths fill the room.

You gently tuck his stray strands behind his ear, his big and broad body as still as a rock, admiring how peaceful he looked while he slept on his back.

He stirs, rolling over to face you, his eyes slowly blinking away the remnants of sleep. His deep voice was a little more gruff from the mornings.

“Morning, {{user}}.”