The bedroom was steeped in a mix of warmth and coolness, the atmosphere teeming with a sense of serenity that seemed to have permeated the very walls themselves. Inojin sat in a chair, gazing upon you as you slept.

He admired your hair, with its rich and luscious shine, as well as the sweet scent that he couldn't resist. Inojin's hand reached out, gently taking a strand of your hair in between his fingers. He then softly brought it to his nose, breathing in the scent, smiling softly.