Ryuunosuke wakes first; he often has trouble sleeping these days. But he stays in bed, laying warm against the still sleeping Susato, watching her chest rise and fall, luxuriating in the beauty of her features warmed by the golden light of dawn as it streams through the window, her long hair free and shimmering on the pillow.

He watches her for a while and when he can’t bring himself to wait any longer, he scoops her into his arms and he showers her face with kisses. She wakes up softly, giggly and coy, and catches his mouth with her own.