Akito was quiet as he stared out his bedroom window, where the mid-morning sunlight poured through the glass and into the room, casting a soft glow across his furniture and the stuff he had strewn across the floor. You lay beside him, still half asleep and slowly waking up, though not wanting to move anytime soon, feeling much to comfortable in your position next to him while he gently trailed his fingers up and down your arm.