Too Much For Mr. Ootori?

Lucky

        Light awoke me from my place on the large couch. I yawned and stretched, feeling and unfamiliar restriction around my waist. I moaned and looked over to see Kyoya beside me, his cheek pressed against the pillow adorably. I had totally forgotten we had ended our date at my house. Having apparently fallen asleep after our movie, The Little Prince, had ended.
        I lay with my back pressed into his chest,
his breath tickling the back of my neck.
        "I love you." I turned and kissed his lips as carefully as possible. It would be nice to make him some breakfast, just thinking about it made me excited. I hardly had the servants cook for me, as I was affluent myself in the art. And during my parents absence across seas, I let them all off on a paid vacation for the time being.
        I very carefully slipped out of Kyoya's hold, replacing my presence with a nice squishy pillow. He instantly squeezed the pillow and pressed his face against its soft fabric. I looked down at his peaceful face. I could get used to this. He's so beautiful, his silky black hair pooled around his face, his lovely black eyelashes, unconfined with his glasses off, and so long and beautiful. I could look at him forever, completely entranced with his beauty. I kissed his forehead softly.
"I love you my darling." My heart was on fire. "My darling." I could hardly contain the joy I felt within my small frame. I quietly walked to the kitchen to prepare some eggs and bacon.

(Kyoya POV)

        (y/n) slipped a pillow into my arms, it's really soft too. I buried my face into it and hugged it tight.

                           So sleepy . . .

(I think Kyoya may be a bit woozy)

        (y/n) stood there for a moment, I could feel her eyes on me, but I'm too tired to care right now. She brushed her fingers against my face, then I felt her lips touch my forehead.
        Mmmmhhhhhh. I want to wake up like this every morning.
        "I love you my darling." She whispered softly.
        "My darling." Her enfaces warmed his heart and sent it racing. Mine, my (y/n). I heard her walk away and smiled. How could someone so sweet exist? And how is it I managed to find her?
        "I love you (y/n)." I whispered under my breath. Thank you. For everything...