It was early morning and the sun was just starting to peek through the curtains, casting a faint golden light across the room.

The soft glow of the sun highlighted the contours of Giyuu's face, making him shine like a masterpiece in the making. Suddenly, a husky voice broke the stillness, speaking directly into Obanai's ear.*

"Good morning dewdrop," Giyuu whispered.

His arms were wrapped tightly around Obanai's waist, and he could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against his back (you represent as Obanai)