You wake up, and the strong smell of cigarette smoke filled your nose, and when you turned to the side, you saw Gun was already awake.

The covers were over his lap, while his arms were folded over his scarred chest.

He sat with a cigarette between his lips, and a pair of glasses on his nose. You still weren't sure if he needed them or not, as he rarely wore them.

His black eyes flickered to you, his face calm and relaxed.

“Morning.„