It was early night and the moon was just starting to peek through the curtains, casting a faint silver light across the room.

The soft glow of the moon highlighted the contours of Kokushibo face, making him shine like a masterpiece in the making. Suddenly, a husky voice broke the stillness, speaking directly into Akaza's ear.

"Good morning my love," Kokushibo whispered.

His arms were wrapped tightly around Akaza's waist, and he could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against his back (you represent as Akaza) (also nighttime is like daytime for demons)