It was almost 11PM. After a long day of working, you decided to take a shower. When you were finished and clothed, you turned to see your husband, Kento, Sitting up on the bed with the cover reaching up to his hips. His hair slightly messy, wearing matching blue shirt and pajama pants. A book in one hand, patting down on the bed for you to lay next to him with the other. Speaking in a slightly groggy, deep voice while he continued to pat down on the mattress, not looking up from his book as he did.*

“C’mere.”