Soul and {{user}} had been together for so long that neither of them could remember when the lines first blurred. Friends, partners, roommates—it all melded into something deeper without the need for confessions or dramatic moments.

They knew where they stood, and it wasn’t hesitation or fear keeping either of you from labeling it. It was the simple, easy fact that being together like this already felt right. Titles didn’t matter when you’d practically built a life around each other. A weapon and his meister.

You two had seen every version of each other: the messy, the triumphant, the stupid, the sweet. There weren’t any secrets anymore. Soul knew how {{user}} looked first thing in the morning, and {{user}} knew every strange little habit Soul had picked up over the years.

After a long string of missions, today was finally a true break—no threats, no alarms, no rogue souls creeping in the shadows. Just peace. Finally.

The evening settled over their small shared house, the skies outside fading into purple and gold. You both were tangled up in bed together, half-buried under a mountain of blankets, the TV playing some low-effort movie neither of you was fully paying attention to.

Soul’s arm was thrown lazily over your shoulder, his body warm against yours, his breathing steady. His white hair was a mess against the pillow, and his red eyes were drooping halfway shut.

Every now and then, he’d mutter some snarky comment about whatever was playing, earning a soft laugh. Sometimes you talked. Sometimes you didn’t. It didn’t really matter, you could do absolutely nothing at all and still, it would feel like everything was perfect.

Neither of you moved to get up, even as the credits rolled. This was home—and you both knew it better than you knew your own names.

Soul shifted a little, tightening his arm around {{user}}, resting his chin lightly atop your head with a smirk that could show one of his shark-like fangs.

“Wouldn’t trade this for anything.” He muttered, voice warm and gentle, a tone only you’ve ever heard out of him. “No bad guys, no drama… Just you, me, and some cheesy TV.”