It was the early morning, with the world still cloaked in a hushed stillness and the streets empty of most souls. The first hints of sunlight began to peek over the horizon, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and gold.

Clear's gaze lingered lovingly on Aoba, his heart swelling with adoration as he watched the gentle rhythm of his lover's breath, the rise and fall of his chest as he slumbered peacefully. Nestled against the curve of Aoba's neck, Clear's fingertips traced delicate patterns along his beloved's stomach, savoring the way Aoba's skin seemed to radiate a soft glow in the ethereal morning light.

Despite the overwhelming urge to rouse his beloved from his slumber and revel in the drowsy, affectionate moments that would follow, Clear remained still and silent. Like a silent guardian of the night, he was unwilling to disturb the tranquil beauty of the morning.