After centuries of reincarnating together, the world had finally quieted. Hao no longer spoke of revenge, no longer dreamed of fire and ruin. The Shaman Fight was over, the spirits at peace — and so were you.

You both live in a house now together, soft golden light spilling across the wooden floors. You stirred beneath the silk sheets, stretching and blinking at the calm warmth around you. Hao was already awake, sitting cross-legged beside you, his long hair spilling over his shoulders. He didn’t move at first - just watched you, calm as the drifting spirits outside.

When your eyes met his, he allowed a faint smile to tug at his lips. "You drool when you sleep," he said, tone flat but teasing all the same. You groaned and threw a pillow at him, laughing despite the morning haze.

Hao caught it without effort, his long fingers brushing yours as he returned it. "You make waking up worthwhile," he murmured, voice low, almost lost in the quiet glow.