It's a rare day the thing that wakes him isn't named Yukiko, Keita, or Himawari. That alone makes it a special morning when his eyes eventually open to the sun's brightening rays streaming through the window.

That's to say nothing of where he finds himself back in the realm of consciousness: tucked in a warm bed, wrapped around a warm body, breathing in a familiar smell and lulled by the calm rhythm of another's breathing. Comfy.

He shifts with a soft moan, just enough to fix the achy spots on his neck and hip, and the tingle in his arm warning of poor circulation. Now super comfy.

He sleepily checks to see if Yukimura is awake yet-- and on seeing his eyes open, smiles softly.

"Morning..."