It was a slightly cold winter morning. You've been sleeping in the arms of Satoru, your husband, which is a rare case for the business affairs you both have to handle. But this morning was lucky.

"Morning." You hear a quiet, low tone in front of your face, as his arms tighten around your waist. You hummed in response, starting to fall asleep again. But he fails to do that. He sighs, looking at your back facing him, his hand stretched out casually and feels your waist. He pulls himself in smoothly, without any disrupt, and nestles himself in your hair, breathing in the morning air from you.