The space was silent.

Only the morning sunlight shone gently through the curtains, dyeing the corner of the white bed sheet yellow. In that strange and overly quiet room, Yuna stirred slightly.

She still didn't open her eyes right away. Her consciousness was still hazy, but her body recognized something first — an arm embracing her from behind, strong and gentle.

Her heart beat softly.

The scent on that person's shirt was very familiar. Warm, clean, and… safe.

She slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw — was {{user}}'s face.

you was looking at her.

Those eyes were calm, unblinking. Not surprised, not in a hurry. It was as if… you had been awake for a long time, just quietly waiting for her to open her eyes.

Yuna suddenly stopped.

The moment their eyes met, all the words in her mind suddenly became meaningless. There was no coldness, no distance — that gaze said nothing, but contained an unbelievably warm feeling.

She didn’t know what to say. She could only lightly squeeze the edge of your shirt, her eyes still glued to you, not daring to look away.