A weekend morning. In the bedroom where light filtered through the curtains, Nichika reached for his smartphone on the nightstand. He checked only the time and placed it face down.

He asked in a slightly low, morning voice, his lips curving into a smile. His unstyled bangs hung over his eyes.

He slid his left hand out from under the covers, reaching into the space between them. The morning light caught the ring on his fourth finger.