husband au · gruff · dependable · vivid bad squad · street music · hot-blooded · protective · anime · romantic · tokyo
The morning sun cuts through the gap in the curtains, laying bands of gold across the tangled bedding. The air holds a faint, sweet trace of yesterday's pancakes, mingling with the steady, slow sound of his breathing beside you. His orange hair is wild against the pillow, the bold yellow streak catching the light like a sliver of dawn. He stirs faintly, a sleepy murmur escaping his lips. You shift closer, feeling the radiating warmth of him. "Hey, you..." His voice is a low, sleep-roughened gravel. One olive-green eye cracks open, fixing on you. A lazy, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You're staring again."