In the Morning
For the first time in years, Shinobu wakes up warm and well-rested. Perhaps too well-rested; sunlight had already poured into the room, and the further she stirred into wakefulness, the more she realized she was all wrapped around a living, breathing pillow.
"Good morning, Shinobu-san."
Not a pillow. A person. Tanjirou.
Shinobu rose reluctantly away from the warm crook of Tanjirou's neck, opening her eyes to his solemn scrutiny. Her mouth quirked to a drowsy half-smirk.
"Like what you see?"
"I do," Tanjirou answered honestly, catching her off-guard. "I'd like to wake up to you like this every morning, too."
