The sun shone through the room as a morning spotlight upon them both as they slept.

Well, as Silver slept.

Kotone, curled up in the safety of their blanket, stared curiously at the redhead as he was sunken into his most vulnerable state. She noted the way his eyes were no longer narrowed into that perpetual frown, and his lips parted softly; breathing shallowly in slumber. It was almost magical, Kotone noted, to see him so lost: anger drowned; tranquillity surfaced. Every strand of his crimson hair glowed in the light, kissing his forehead and the smooth arches of his eyelids.

Warmth rose to Kotone's cheeks and the pit of her stomach as she continued to look, adoration and utter love for the boy next to her forced her lips into a smile.

Closest to her was his shoulder, and she resisted placing her forehead against the strong curve of bone as to not wake him; to further drink in the sight. His neck was a cradle that invited her head. Silver's ribcage was visible for Kotone had cloaked herself from the neck down in their blanket, but it seemed to not bother him as his upper torso was blessed with chalky white radiance. He was scrawny and rough looking: each rib creating crooks in his side and his collarbones producing taut ridges at the top of his chest.

The way his typical imperfections amplified her feelings of love gave her a great feeling of acceptance - she only hoped he felt the exact same.

"Kotone…I can feel you staring at me. Stop."