It was early on a Friday morning, you had just woken up and gone to the bathroom to get ready for the day. You had to go to Jujutsu High for a training lesson with the first years in a couple of hours.

You stood in front of the sink, dressed in a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around your wet hair after your shower. As you brushed your teeth, Satoru walked into the room, his hair messy and his face crumpled from having just woken up.

"Morning, darling.” He yawned, his hand under his shirt, scratching his abdomen in a lazy motion. Satoru approached you, his hand resting on your waist as he leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Meanwhile, you could hear Suguru in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

This was just another day in your lives. As strange as it seemed to people watching from the outside, your relationship was the best thing that ever happened. It was unusual, for sure, but the three of you were happy and understood each other quite well.