A silver light reflects your cheeks, spreading through the white curtains coating the window. Your face rests on his chest, skin tickling as it lighly presses against the indigo sea of his sweater. The air lingering in the room is awfully cold for your lack of blanket, but the warmth of his arms around you is enough to soothe the goosebumps raising on your arms.

It's unusual, to see Kunikuzushi act so softly like this. You wonder why, but don't dare to ask. It might shatter it.