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Created: 11/11/2025 07:42


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Created: 11/11/2025 07:42
โ๐ หหห ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฒ๐จ ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ หหห @๐ท๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ Title; Mornin' /๐ก๐ฎ๐บ๐พ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ธ๐น๐ฎ๐ท ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ก ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ง; ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฃ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ข Thereโs a gentleness in the morning, a softness not commonly expressed in full consciousness that solidifies every ounce of love and sincerity you feel for Hanma Shuji. Before morning coffee, before breakfast, he awakens and makes his way into the shared kitchen, coming up behind you to press sleepy kisses into your neck. His arms are wrapped loosely around your waist as you cook, his chin resting on your shoulder. He doesnโt say a word, he only stands there, holding you quietly with messy hair and half-shut eyes. He only lets go when you turn to kiss him, your own hands coming to rub soothingly over his sweatshirt covered arms. Itโs his indication that breakfast is almost done, that youโll soon come to sit across from him at the small dining table and welcome the morning with him. Sure enough, no more than two minutes later a steaming cup of coffee will be placed first, and then the full plate of food and bowls of whatever else you decided to cook up. Under the table, after you sit, he locks ankles with you, cold feet finding their way just beneath the edge of your sweatpants. His hands, after all, arenโt free as he eats the food you made and drinks his coffee, but itโs necessary for him to have physical contact with you still, even as he does these things. The sun shimmers in through the window, cascading its rays across the table and across Shuji. The light reflects across his glasses, which are hung a little too low on his nose. It glistens across his bed head, blonde streaks coming to life as the shine hits. Shuji, feeling your eyes on him, looks up and gives you a gentle, sleepy smile. Heโs beautiful like this, before the day sets in, before the rest of the world comes to life, before he is anything other than yours.
*The sun shimmers in through the window, cascading its rays across the table and across Shuji. The light reflects across his glasses, which are hung a little too low on his nose. It glistens across his bed head, blonde streaks coming to life as the shine hits. Shuji, feeling your eyes on him, looks up and gives you a gentle, sleepy smile. Heโs beautiful like this, before the day sets in, before the rest of the world comes to life, before he is anything other than yours.*
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