Your voice was so sweet.
He didn’t think you realized just how soothing an effect it had on him. His eyes would only open willingly to the sound of you, blinking against the cruel morning light.
But when his vision focused, he was always greeted with your smile. Sometimes sleepy and half-hearted, other times wide and warm. This was one of those warmer mornings.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“You’ve got class in an hour. You should go wash up.” You told him, having leaned over from your side of the bed. You were very much in his space, your eyes wandering over his tired expression with an endeared fondness.
He could see it, even in the blurry mornings. You loved him just as much as he loved you; incomprehensibly.
“I’ll go get your lunch ready.” You added as you rose, but paused long enough to press a chaste kiss to his forehead. Shouta grunted, catching your hand before you slipped away. “W