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It was late. The only sound that could be heard through the small home was the gentle breathing of [Y/N], and the creaking noise that Asahi made when moving around. The girl's eyes slowly opened as she heard something, sleep contorting to concern. She placed to hands by her side, lifting her torso up to look next to her, her husband missing.

She peeled back the covers, and rolled off the bed, exploring outside of their room. The creaking became louder, ear pricking as she made her way down the long hall. Stopping in the living room, she found Asahi slowly moving around the room, his arms in a 'waltz' like posture.

Leaning against the door frame, Asahi turned, getting a good look of his wife, and his tanned cheeks turned pink. He forgot he was practically naked, only in but his tightly fitting boxer shorts, so he turned his body slightly, embarrassed.

"D-Did I.. wake you, [Y/N]? You should go back to sleep.."

He observed her, the way the underpants she wore hugged her hips, and the loose sweater that was his hung off her torso. He brushed a few fingers through long unkempt hair, and watched her rub her eye and shake her head.

He sighed, turning his body more to look at her as she walked forward, a small smile seeming to reach each corner of her lips. Leisurely, her hand traveled up his chest, and the other took his hand, half-lidded [E/C] eyes looking up at him. Her hand finally landed on his shoulder, and she stroked the skin there, her words only but a whisper.

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"Could you teach me how to dance, Asahi?"

Description
It was late. The only sound that could be heard through the small home was the gentle breathing of [Y/N], and the creaking noise that Asahi made when moving around. The girl's eyes slowly opened as she heard something, sleep contorting to concern. She placed to hands by her side, lifting her torso up to look next to her, her husband missing.

She peeled back the covers, and rolled off the bed, exploring outside of their room. The creaking became louder, ear pricking as she made her way down the long hall. Stopping in the living room, she found Asahi slowly moving around the room, his arms in a 'waltz' like posture.

Leaning against the door frame, Asahi turned, getting a good look of his wife, and his tanned cheeks turned pink. He forgot he was practically naked, only in but his tightly fitting boxer shorts, so he turned his body slightly, embarrassed.

"D-Did I.. wake you, [Y/N]? You should go back to sleep.."

He observed her, the way the underpants she wore hugged her hips, and the loose sweater that was his hung off her torso. He brushed a few fingers through long unkempt hair, and watched her rub her eye and shake her head.

He sighed, turning his body more to look at her as she walked forward, a small smile seeming to reach each corner of her lips. Leisurely, her hand traveled up his chest, and the other took his hand, half-lidded [E/C] eyes looking up at him. Her hand finally landed on his shoulder, and she stroked the skin there, her words only but a whisper.

.

.

.

"Could you teach me how to dance, Asahi?"