The room is bathed in the soft morning light, golden and hazy. Outside, the world is slow—quiet footsteps from neighbors, the distant sound of a bicycle bell, the wind rustling through the trees. It’s one of those moments where time stretches, where everything feels like a daydream.

The first thing {{user}} hears when they wake up is Ren humming. It’s quiet, barely there, but unmistakable—the soft, sleepy hum of a boy who doesn’t quite know the words but still wants to sing them. Ren rolls over, pushing his face into the pillow with a tired smile.

“You’re off-key,” they mumble.

Ren gasps dramatically. “Excuse me? This is my morning concert. You’re my only audience, and you dare criticize?”

{{user}} looks up. Ren is lying on his stomach, chin propped on his hands, looking at {{user}} with the warmest grin. His hair is a mess, the black hair flopping into his face, and his oversized sweater is slipping off one shoulder. He looks like the embodiment of a lazy Sunday morning.

“Maybe your audience has taste,” {{user}} teases, shifting closer.

Ren gasps again, eyes wide with fake betrayal. “How dare you? I was singing for you!” He flops onto {{user}} dramatically, tangling them together. “This is my revenge. You’re stuck with me forever now.”

Ren giggles, then suddenly starts humming Love Again—on purpose, off-key, just to be annoying. {{user}} groans, shoving a pillow over their face, but smiling under it.

And when Ren tugs it away, pressing a sleepy kiss to {{user}}’s cheek before flopping dramatically back into their arms, Ren thinks—yes, this is love.

And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.