confusion washed over you, and with a mix of curiosity and concern, you heaved yourself up from the comforting embrace of the bed. as you rubbed your eyes to rid the remnants of sleep, a wide yawn escaped your lips.

cupping your mouth with your hands, you called out, “sho?” there was a brief silence that filled the room and your brows furrowed. usually he’d be greeting you right now.

where was he?

a distant sizzling sound became apparent to you, and you decided to follow it to the kitchen; looking for sho. when you arrived, you saw him, in full concentration moving the pan he was holding to flip what you saw to be a pancake. his back was turned to you so you decided to take the chance to sneak up on him.

sneakily tiptoeing towards him, you struggled to wrap your hands around his torso.

sho’s body jolted before he visibly calmed down after recognising your hands.

“shit, don’t scare me like that again.”

fits of giggles left your mouth as you lay your head in his back.

“good morning, baby.” you mumbled softly. the man in front of you used his hands to try pry you away, yet you tightened your grip. with a chuckle, he hummed as if to say ‘let go of me’. reluctantly, you loosened your grasp on him and frowned.

murmurs of your frustration filled the air but promptly was cut off when sho turned his body to you, interlocking your hands with his and whispered, “you slept well? you looked at peace, you practically passed out last night.”

a frown adorned your face as you turned away from him with a faux look of misery which was quickly replaced with a sly smile as he leans towards you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

you stepped closer and ran your finger across his bottom lip. “why’d you leave bed early? i missed your warmth,” as he began to melt into your touch, you retracted your hand and continued with bright eyes, “what were you making anyways?”

the soft glaze over your eyes beckoned for him to come closer, so sho does. he placed a chaste kiss right on the corner of your lips; but when sho parts his lips to speak, nothing comes out. that was only a tiny portion of your avid effect on him.

once again, he tried to speak and the words do come out; hopefully not as a ramble, he thinks.

“pancakes, for you. i wanted to do something special.”

you exclaimed, clasping your hands in excitement. “i want to taste them right away. you know i love your pancakes!”

on the other hand, you had the same fondness for him too.

if you were asked what your favourite things about sho was, you’d bring out a list: the way he cares for you, his smile, his honesty, his personality…..you’d just be rambling for eternity—love was not enough to describe it.

likewise he also felt that in front of you, with you, beside you or anywhere near you, yonashiro sho was proud of the man he was.

sho held a forkful of pancake in his fingers as he parted his lips, telling you to “open up.” swallowing the piece, you let out a sigh in content, affirming that it was the best thing you’d ever tasted. then his hazel eyes met with yours, clouded with love and with adoration.

the way he leaned over you was enough to bewitch you and crowd your thoughts. it’s adorable the way you absentmindedly kept your gaze on him, he thought. intertwining your warm hand with his, sho brought them up to his mouth—the back of yours towards him—and pressed a gentle kiss on each of your knuckles before murmuring softly.

“i have something for you, baby.”

at that moment he left the kitchen for a short while after promptly returning with an acoustic guitar. the wood-textured glossy finish glistened as he led you to the cozy sofa and as you sat, you sank deeper in it’s comfortable embrace.

during your time engrossed in your thoughts, sho began strumming lightly, the guitar producing a bright sound with a lively kick to it. his honey-like voice filled your ears when he started to sing softly.

“comin' along through the years,” you nodded along with the lyrics, listening to every word. “tuckin' away all these tears.”

thoroughly enjoying it, you couldn’t contain your smile when sho reached the light-hearted chorus.

he sang, “well, if i grow old, i’m needin' your hand to hold. in a moment, the world could fall right down, but atleast I'm fallin' with you.”

you listened attentively while noting his every breath, his every glance—every detail. the man you loved sang this song just for you, and he sang it well. the last strum of his guitar echoed as he rested his hand on it.

“how was that?”

“i loved that, i loved your voice. i love you.”

sho was your lover, he’d always stay by your side. he’d also say that you were the one for him to.

“i love you too.”

getting up from the couch, you moved to him in one swift motion before pouncing and tackling him. a playful smile occupied his face as he prodded your sides, tickling you in the process. your continuous laughter became contagious as sho started laughing along with you.

in retaliation, jumped away from him and refused to return to his embrace. when you turned your head, you felt his arm wrap around your torso as sho pulled you back down next to him.

he shot you a small smile, “don’t leave me alone, come on.”

he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“i’ll miss you if you leave.”

that was enough to get you to stay in your seat, straightening your posture. until you heard a stifled snicker from the man next you, “i’m glad i mean that much to you.”