"C'mon, Kyo, we've gotta get goin'."

Your hands were gentle as they worked, tenderly, up & down your husband's thick, muscle-toned back. The broad skin exposed & firm. His shirtless figure, with arms wrapped around the bundle of pillows the two of you shared. His farmers tan evident from any & all yard work he had been doing, & his scars uprisen & taut.

Mornings were typically easy for him. He was enthusiastic, firey. & For once, after the many years of unstable jobs, & couch surfing, he was proud to say he had a job he enjoyed.

But once the summer & the humidity hit,

The man was certainly clocked out.

As the propped-up fan on the nighstand blew over his tanned face, he groaned into the air. The school, in which the both of you occupied for work, did not have reliant air conditioning. & The history wing, on the second floor, was in the center frame of the west & east sides. Meaning once the sun was at high noon, his classroom was a breeding ground for swelter, & stuffy heat.

"Kyojurrooooooo.." You hummed, softly. Switching the fan on the nightstand off, & placing a delicate kiss to the man's bare shoulder. "I packed your lunch already.." You continued on with your bountiless incentives. Breath fragile, & tickling over his tender skin.

All Kyojuro did was smile into the crest of the pillows. He nodded in acknowledgement. & Your hands continued to run up & down his lazy, & lounging back.

The breeze that brewed itself from your large, opened, bedroom window was as warm as it was humid. Only proving Kyojuro's point to neglect to awake, further.