Dawn light filtered in through the curtains, pale glimpses of silver casting shadows upon the duvet blanketing Suguru’s sleeping child. It was a quiet early morning, the city beyond their shared home absent of noise and life despite it being in the middle of the week.

As usual, the duty of waking you up for school fell on Suguru’s shoulders. He reached out, calloused hands gentle, and shook you awake with a tender expression.

When your heavy eyelids finally lifted, Suguru’s cheeks softened with a smile. His deft fingers signed fluidly.

“It’s time for school,” Suguru told you, a small breath of amusement escaping him when you pouted. “Wake up.”