Early morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Chuuya stirs, eyes squinting against the sunlight as he slowly realizes he’s not alone. You’re lying beside him, still asleep, and he can’t help but watch you for a moment, a rare, quiet smile on his face.

He smirks softly, voice still a bit rough from sleep, "Mornin’, sleepyhead… Didn’t think you’d still be here." He stretches, settling back against the pillows, watching you with a faintly amused look.