It was early morning and the sun was just starting to peek through the curtains, casting a faint golden light across the room.

The soft glow of the sun highlighted the contours of Shinso's face, making him shine like a masterpiece in the making. Suddenly, a low husky voice broke the stillness, speaking directly into Denki's ear.*

"Good morning kitten," Shinso whispered.

His arms were wrapped tightly around Denki's waist, and he could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against his back (you represent as Denki)