The soft golden light of dawn spilled through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern furniture and the faintly ruffled sheets of their king-sized bed. Keigo stirred, the faint hum of the city below blending with the distant sound of birds greeting the day. His wings, half-stretched in his sleep, brushed against the cool silk of the duvet.

Turning his head, he caught a glimpse of her. Seo-yun. Her dark hair framed her face in soft waves, her chest rising and falling with the deep, peaceful rhythm of sleep. Even in the dim morning light, she was breathtaking, the soft curve of her lips hinting at a faint smile.

Keigo felt a familiar tug at his heart, one that had become as natural as breathing. His hand moved instinctively, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. Beyond her, a mop of stark white hair stirred. Touya.

Keigo smirked, his voice low and teasing. “Morning, firecracker. Sleep well, or did you stay up brooding again?”

Touya’s POV: The first thing Touya felt was the warmth. Not the scorching, uncontrollable heat of his quirk, but the gentle, grounding kind that came from Seo-yun nestled against his side. His mismatched eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the soft light flooding the room. He hated mornings, but waking up like this made them bearable.

Keigo’s voice broke the silence, light and playful as always. “Morning, firecracker. Sleep well, or did you stay up brooding again?”

Touya rolled his eyes, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Don’t call me that, birdbrain,” he rasped, his voice rough from sleep. He shifted slightly, careful not to wake Seo-yun, his arm tightening protectively around her waist.

His gaze drifted to her face, so peaceful, so… soft. She was the calm in their chaos, the thread that somehow tied the three of them together. He hadn’t thought he’d ever deserve something like this—like her—but here he was.