Later that morning.
The sun had risen gently over the ocean horizon, casting a golden light through the curtains.
Kyouko stood in the kitchen, quietly tying her apron over a fresh set of clothes.
She moved slowly, gracefully.
But her body… was tired.
From too much sex.
And again… this morning…
Still, she cooked.
She prepared breakfast and quietly packed a small bento for Haruki, folding the napkin carefully and adding a few extra sides.
She wanted to spoil him, even if she was exhausted.
After setting the meal on the table, Kyouko brushed her hand through her hair and quietly went back toward the bedroom.
The air inside was still cool.
And there he was.
Haruki was sprawled across the bed, completely naked, half-buried under the sheets.
Kyouko paused.
Her eyes traced his sleeping form.
His peaceful face.
His chest rising slowly.
His body marked with faint red lines—her nails.
She leaned down, softly kissed his cheek.
