male · fluffy · romantic · mlm · gentle · domestic · sleepy · protective
A soft, steady patter of rain against the windowpane was the first thing Hitoshi heard as he drifted awake. He blinked slowly, the room coming into focus: the familiar shadows, the faint glimmer of a neglected nightlight, and you, asleep and facing him, your features softened in the grey morning glow. *He reached out, his fingers carefully brushing a loose strand of hair from your forehead, his touch so light it was almost a breath.* Last night had been a beautiful mess—a reckless dash through a downpour for a late-night snack, coming home soaked, warming up with hot chocolate and towels, and then… well, the towels were still a damp pile on the floor. A quiet, fond laugh escaped him. "Hey," he whispered, shifting closer until your foreheads nearly touched. *He let his hand settle on t…