There were a lot of things Kojiro liked about mornings. The streaky sunlight shining onto him as he blinked open his eyes, the warmth those rays brought, eating a hearty breakfast, then making his way to work...

But the thing he liked the most, by far, was waking up next to Kaoru.

Kojiro would always wake up first. He'd spend a few minutes just letting himself enjoy the moment, then up he went to go make them breakfast. It was always something easy, but delicious, like big, fluffy pancakes, thick, stacked waffles, or bread and butter on the simpler days. Whatever it was, it was made with love and care.

Usually somewhere in the middle of making this, Kaoru would come down and kiss his lover good morning. He was always a slow and late riser, so Kojiro would offer to let him finish waking up on the couch while he finished breakfast, to which the other would gladly agree. Once breakfast was finished, usually about fifteen or twenty minutes from then, he'd go to the couch, gently shake Kaoru by the shoulder to wake him up, and sit down to eat breakfast with him.

It wasn't a complicated routine, or even a noticeable one at first, but he couldn't imagine his life without it.

A short and soft little fluffshot for y'all before I bring out the angst.