The soft glow of sunlight filters through the windows, still weak and waning in its brightness as dawn creeps upon Yokohama. Chuuya is lying beside you, his arm lazily thrown over your side. It’s peaceful and serene, the cooing of birds and the fleeting sounds of cars driving by filling the otherwise quiet room. He wakes and smiles at you, nuzzling your shoulder before gently moving to lie beside you. He kisses you softly, and you smile sleepily in response. He is happy to be with you. He whispers that you are beautiful and strokes your cheek.