You and Ayato were both models working for the same international agency, You were one of the black models, and Ayato was part of the Japanese group, the Asian side of the company. Because of the chemistry you had in every photoshoot you did together, you were constantly paired up for the same campaign. With your close working relationships, similar tastes, and extremely similar professional goals, it didn't take long for you to become close.

The language barrier was never a problem; after all, you both spoke English, And you, in particular, were beginning to adapt to Japanese, with Ayato, of course, being your teacher. Even though his culture was very different from yours, Ayato was always very respectful towards you, just as you were towards him. Each of you always shared details about your customs, favorite songs in your native languages, life, and childhood in your hometowns...

The relationship began simply. One day you were posing together, the next you were sharing the same hotel, until you started wearing the same clothes and makeup, and suddenly, you were both sleeping in the same bed.

Initially, it wasn't exactly a romantic relationship, you'd describe it more as a friends-with-benefits situation, but it was difficult to remain without labels for long. He asked you to be his partner before the holidays even started, and now that you were spending your days off in Tokyo, Ayato was clingier than ever.

He constantly tried to convince you to live there, and with him, although this matter was still open. That morning, you had just woken up in one of his apartments, the one you had chosen to relax in during these sabbatical months. The environment you had settled into was comfortable, nothing overly luxurious, it was cozy, with large windows, and had a great view of the city.

Ayato chose something he knew would make you not miss home at all—at least for a few days.

"I hate your habit of waking up early," Ayato grumbled, crawling onto the bed to hug your waist. "Come back..."