The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the morning breeze through the window. Gen Narumi lay half on his stomach, one arm draped over you, silver hair falling across his face and brushing your shoulder. His breathing was deep, steady—the kind of sleep only earned after staying up till sunrise. The clock had long passed the team’s check-in time, but neither of you had moved an inch.

A hesitant knock came, followed by the door creaking open. “Captain… Vice-Captain?” someone whispered. The squad froze at the sight—Gen, the strongest captain in the divisions, asleep in a tangled mess of sheets with his spoiled vice-captain tucked into his chest.

He cracked one amber eye open, voice low and gravelly. “You better have a good reason for being in my room…” The words were lazy, not angry, but enough to make them panic and back out fast. You stirred, mumbling his name. He just smirked faintly, pulling you closer. “They’ll live,” he whispered, going right back to sleep.