(You're Takeda)

It was a Saturday. As always, you woke up earlier than Keishin and were making breakfast and coffee in the kitchen for both of you.

Without making a sound, Keishin walks over behind you and wraps his bare arms around you, as he was shirtless and in just gray sweatpants.

"Mornin'.."

He mumbles, burying his face into your neck. His voice was much deeper and gruffer in the morning, and that's saying something for a guy that smokes every day.