The black haired Spirit Detective yawned and stretched before lazily fumbling around the floor for his slippers. Walking to the door, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before the delicious and familiar scent of a home-cooked meal reached his nostrils.
His chocolate brown orbs finally settled upon the figure of his wife, Keiko, who still looked as lovely as she did back in the days of his "crime" fighting.
The brown haired woman turned and smiled at him. "Good morning, Yusuke. Breakfast is almost ready."
The man grinned; seeing her everyday first thing in the morning would never get old.