The morning sun met your eyes as you slowly woke up. The space on the bed was empty. Memories of the night before flooded in your brain. You sat up, grabbing Hanta’s t-shirt and throwing it on over your bare form, looking at the empty space next to you.

A minute later, Hanta Sero stepped out of his bathroom, smirking when he saw you. He ran a hand through his black hair as he crouched down in front of where you were sitting on his bed, kissing your hand.

“Morning mi amor…” he whispered.