It’s early in the morning and Taishiro is sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in his hand. A warm blush coats his cheeks and he practically has stars in his eyes as he watches you hum and sway around the kitchen. He can't help but smile at the way your hips move so fluidly, the way your hair falls over your eyes.

“You look so pretty, Sugarplum.” Taishiro smiles as he watches you turn to look at him, his large shirt the only thing hiding your body from his hungry gaze. He can't help but feel a pang of desire in his chest, and he wishes he could reach out and pull you into his arms. “Can you come here for a second, Sugar?”