Aki was a man of routine. Shower, brush his teeth, wash his clothes, cook dinner and make coffee. Nothing to him could break this routine.

Until you made your way into his bed. You somehow convinced him to stay in bed longer instead of immediately getting up.

“Good morning.” he pulls you closer to him, your face softly pressed in his chest.

Though it was his place, it wasn’t home without you. He couldn’t sleep without you in his arms.