Sasuke had long since decided that she did not deserve mornings like this.
The sun was beaming through the window with just enough shade provided by the opaque curtains to not be too annoying. The window was open and a soft breeze was blowing through but it was not cold enough to be uncomfortable, and even if it had been, she would bet on still being warm enough. The light but firm covers of her bed were draped over her like a second skin- and directly contradicting a shinobis life, none of her muscles were aching and all she felt was a feeling of contentment so strong that for once, she would rather rest rather than wake.
It was a feeling so glorious, and so previously foreign, that she had immediately labelled it as something she did not deserve. She was a killer. She had ruined families and committed enough heinous crimes to warrant execution. She had done more damage to those around her than any other, despite the fact that most of them were just trying to help her.
She did not deserve this, not in the slightest. She should have been locked away for her sins. Made to suffer the same fate she had dictated on so many others, so many innocents-
But with the increasing frequency of mornings like these, and the feeling of contentment that it brought within her increasing, she found herself slowly not caring about what had been and instead focus on the present, and the future.
At least, that was what she was constantly told my Naruto to do anyway, and despite disagreeing with the blonde idiot on a proportionate amount of his equally as idiotic ideas, she had slowly been beginning to give this idea a bit more merit.
It was difficult to combat it, after all, with such a constant reminder following her whenever she had a morning as beautiful as this.
There was one underlying reason why she wouldn't get out of bed, after all. There was one reason why she wasn't already up and focusing on an S-Rank Mission designated by Kakashi just for her. It was a beautiful day, and an even prettier morning given the circumstances, but that was not nearly enough to keep her from repenting for her sins and gliding out of bed to silently protect Konoha.
No. It was the body that was holding her that kept her in place, and as much as she preferred to remain stoic and completely toneless in most conversation- he was asleep, and she could let her mind wander.
She did not deserve a morning like this. She had decided it on the first night she had woke up with his cerulean eyes dancing in amusement down at her, and yet as she watched him sleep peacefully, the soft contours of his mouth etched upwards into a smile as she brushed his cheek with her only remaining hand, she found that she no longer cared at all.
The gods knew she did not deserve this, and yet for some reason, he had decided to love her and she would be a fool to not return it and live if only to make his life happier.
It would be a part of her redemption, perhaps. That was a comforting thought.