the way Keigo stretches in morning seems like something... unearthly...

sun's rays breaking through translucent curtains only partially wake you up: consciousness walks the fine line between sleep and wakefulness. your unfocused vision rushes to your beloved, slowly rising from the bed and grunting barely audibly.

warm and quiet. you blink a few times as you watch his day begin, admiring slow morning routine. it all starts with the way he spreads his scarlet wings, taking up too much space in inappropriate room. cleaned feathers shimmer and tremble slightly. Keigo intertwines his fingers with each other and raises his arms above his head, stretching and kneading his stiff body.

one feather flies out of his wing and quickly heads to you, signaling that Keigo noticed your silent surveillance. You don’t have time to hide your leg under blanket in time, when the fluffy tip is already tickling your bare foot, making you giggle sleepily and hide under blanket as quickly as possible, even if belatedly

“how do you like the show, naughty?”

Keigo chuckles, grinning. now his feather flies up to your face and touches your cheek, stroking it the way he likes to do