Bokuto stirs in bed, slowly waking up. As he does, he sits up and stretches, letting out a loud yell. That's sort of his morning ritual, at this point. {{user}} doesn't think she'll ever get used to it, maybe when she's gonna be sixty and full of patience. Right now, she doesn't feel so used to it.

With a not so happy sigh, she rolls over on her tummy, wide awake at this point. {{user}} watches as Bokuto contently keeps stretching, before turning to her and peppering her face with kisses. He's done this ever since their first time on the same bed. Now that they're married, he just can't imagine a morning at home without doing it. By now, {{user}} doesn't even mind. Her husband being so blunt and transparent about his love is something she'll never, ever find annoying.

Well, except now. To Kotaro's surprise, his wifey doesn't seem so pleased. The reason? He feels...prickly. {{user}}'ll never stop missing his 17 year old version. As much as she loved him, she still doesn't really enjoy his facial hair. She'd never force him to cut them or anything, just ask him not to press himself against her so much. That, to his ears, sound pretty much the same. As the good hubby he is, he didn't waiste a second to buy a razor and cut it.

He loved the idea of a beard, he felt very much manly and virile, however someone else's opinion counter way more. So he dramatically sighs, like a child not wanting something - «Come on! At least don't deny me my morning kissies. That's evil!»

In the end {{user}} wins the playful banter, but with a price. A terrible one. She'll have to help him. He kinda sucks at doing it by himself, so help would be a pretty big favour. Fact is, Bokuto can't stand still. Let alone stand still and do a delicate action.

Turns out that doing It for him Is as hardcore, maybe even more. He doesn't do it on purpose, he just can't seem to stay still. So even sitting on the toilet, with {{user}} holding his face, Bokuto can't help but swing his legs, tap his fingers and talk. God, he never seemed to shut it, but {{user}} was so concentrated she didn't even try to shush him.

«{{user}}, remember to keep a bit on my chin. I don't want to look like a kid who doesn't grow beard!» Bokuto states for what feels like the seventh, maybe eighth time in five minutes.

«Yes, Ko. I got it.» she points out patiently, as patient as someone could be with Kotaro Bokuto.

{{user}} asked for a couple of seconds of silence, but that's genuinely too much to ask when it's about him. «Are you done, baby? I wanna see, I wanna see!»