unshaven beards weren't a sylus thing. however, he hadn't had the time to do so recently, resulting in him growing a stubble on his chin. you, of course, realized this small detail. it didn't go unnoticed.

not only that, but.. he seemed to be growing a happy trail, too. not that you were complaining, of course. a little hair was never that bad. in fact, it was a good thing. it made him look more attractive.

you first took notice of this when you woke up one day, and the first thing your eyes landed on once you went to the kitchen was the way his pajama top was unbuttoned to reveal his toned torso, your eyes trailing down his chest and towards the path of hair disappearing down his matching pajama pants. that was new.

when your eyes traced back up to his face, you were surprised to see that he even had a small stubble. he had a can in his hand, his other reaching to push his glasses up. his unreadable gaze eventually landed on you, and he spoke to you.

"ah. sweetie, you're up. how was sleep?"

he finished drinking with a sip, before crushing the metal and effortlessly tossing it into the bin. he leaned back on the kitchen island, crossing his arms as he stared and waited for your response.