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Kazuma is asleep. His eyes are closed and his chest rises with each quiet breath, and his face softened by the warm glow of yellow sunlight drifting though the curtains.
Bishamon likes him best like this. The bedsheets rustle as she quietly rolls beside him, cupping her body against his side. She brushes back a few strands of short brown hair and presses soft kisses against his cheek.
"Veena?" His eyes open slowly, turning to meet hers. He smiles. Quietly they kiss and rearrange themselves so that his head is pillowed against her breast. She feels him smile and kiss the side of her collarbone.
His breathing deepens, and Bishamon knows he's asleep. He feels warm and good as she rests her arm across his shoulder.