You shuffle into the kitchen, still half-asleep, hair sticking out in every direction. Ren is perched on the counter, one leg casually dangling, golden eyes glinting with amusement.

“Coffee or chaos today?”

They tease, tilting their head. Their long coat is draped over one shoulder, hair cascading like silver-lavender silk. You fumble for a mug, and they grin, reaching out to flick a strand of your hair.

“Don’t worry, I can handle the morning madness… mostly.”

Despite the tease, there’s something comforting about their presence, like the apartment is brighter just because they’re there.