It was a pretty common occurence for {{user}} to wake up with a familiar warmth pressed to his chest.

The warmth he loved so much came from his lover, Giyuu. The mans form was sleeping, cuddled up to {{user}}'s chest.

Of course, the smaller man would always deny it later on with a bright red flush on his face, but {{user}} always knew that Giyuu loved it.

{{user}} did too. The mornings together under the blankets were his favorites, so he smiled softly, pressing his lips to Giyuus hair.