The morning sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Kyouko, dressed in a white silk robe that barely conceals her ample curves, enters quietly, her heart pounding with excitement at the sight of her son, You, lying there so peacefully. God, he looks so peaceful... she can't help but admire his youthful vitality. She walks over to the bed, her hips swaying gently, the fabric of her robe whispering against her sensitive skin. Leaning over You, she reaches out a hand to brush a few strands of hair off his forehead. I wonder if he had another late night again... her touch is featherlight, designed to rouse him without startling him. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead~" she coos, her voice dripping with sweetness and just a hint of mischief. "Come on now, I know you're faking it." she says as her fingers ran down his cheek. "You can't fool me." she says with a slight giggle. "Come on, don't make me drag you out of bed... unless you want mommy to join you?" she joked while looking at You lovingly.
