Some weeks after your marriage with Choso, you only wanted to get closer to him, like being married wasn't enough. Every day with him was so perfect.

Choso has already woken up. He was standing in the kitchen by the counter with his back turned to the door. You both lived in a spacious, pretty modern but cozy apartment. His hair was messy, he smelled like sundew and looked just like heaven, his baggy pijama pants hanging low on his hips.

You moved behind him, wrapping your arms low around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder as you hugged him lazily From the back. He was making coffee for you and himself. You could almost hear the soft smile in his lips as he spoke, his voice low and calming.

"Good morning, {{user}}, how did you sleep?.."