the sun rise higher and shower your face with its light, your eyes flutter open, you rub your face to wake you up and realize that your side of bed is empty.

suddenly, there is a sound of pan and plates from outside, most likely from the kitchen. you get up from the bed and walk outside.

and you're right, there is Asahi, your husband, cooks there in his plain white tshirt and short, his hair still slightly disheveled because of sleeping. you tug a smile and walk closer to him, automatically wrapping your arms around his waist and rest your cheek against his back.

he chuckles and glances from his shoulder.

"good morning, babe. sleep well? "