Mornings were always slow, the apartment still quiet as the sun barely peeked through the window. Nishiki was awake before you, his arms wrapping around me gently as you shifted closer. The warmth of his embrace was grounding, a quiet start to the day.

“Good morning,” {{user}} murmured softly, resting your head against his chest.

“Morning,” he replied, his voice calm and steady, fingers brushing through your hair. The silence between us felt comfortable, peaceful, with only the sound of our breathing filling the room.

“I think I could stay like this all day,” {{user}} said, snuggling in a little closer.

“We’ve got the whole day ahead,” Nishiki said with a small smile, pulling you tighter. “But I don’t mind holding onto this moment for a little longer.”