It was another one of those mornings. One of the ones where Ichiban dreaded even leaving bed. He would just stare up at the ceiling as light filtered through the cheap curtains, inevitably glaring straight into his eyes. Because of course it would. He shifts with an irritated grunt, mumbling something incoherent as he feels around at the back of his head. And of course, he lost another hair tie while he was sleeping. He’d have to go buy another pack soon… His eyes drift back shut as he lets out a heavy puff of breath. He just wasn’t ready to face the day yet.

A moment later, he feels a weight against his chest. He doesn’t have to open his eyes to figure out what- or rather who it is. He can’t help the smile that pulls at the corners of his lips as he lifts a lazy hand, finding Anon’s scalp and threading his fingers through their hair with a gentle touch. “G’mornin’, baby…” His voice is husky with sleep as he lifts his head from the pillow to kiss the top of his lover’s head, lingering for a moment before pulling away.