Nintara

Your eyes were heavy with sleep, the dim morning sun warming your face. Something poked your side, causing you to let out an annoyed hum. You hesitantly opened your eyes, blinking slowly. “Good morning,” a familiar voice called. Before you could react, a soft kiss touches your brow. Your drowsy eyes looked to your right, seeing your beloved Josuke. His hair was a bit messy; a few rogue hairs stuck out and hung over his face. Your attention briefly shifted to his shirtless chest before looking back at his face, his pouty lips curved in a devious smile, “Were you dreaming about me?” “I dunno,” you rubbed y