Foggy was already up before the sun had fully settled into the window, humming softly to himself as he worked in the tiny Nelson & Murdock apartment kitchen. He’d somehow managed to shower, dress, and get his tie perfectly straight—all before making coffee. The smell filled the room, warm and safe, exactly like him.

{{user}} shuffled in, still half-asleep, hair a mess and wearing one of Foggy’s old shirts as a pajama top. Foggy glanced over his shoulder the moment he heard your footsteps, a smile breaking across his face so naturally it looked like it lived there.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, leaning his hip against the counter. “I was starting to wonder if you’d ever wake up. I was about to send a search party.”

{{user}} groaned, rubbing your eyes. “Foggy… it’s barely even eight. Normal people are asleep.”

“Yeah, but I’m a lawyer,” he said, lifting the mug toward you like a toast. “I forfeited normal years ago.”

Before you could reply, he stepped forward, cupping your jaw gently as he leaned in to kiss you—slow, warm, and tender. The kind of kiss that made your heart settle into your ribs like it belonged there.

You blinked up at him. “Okay… that’s a good way to wake up.”

Foggy puffed up proudly. “I know. I’ve been told my morning kisses come highly recommended.” He handed you the mug. “Here. Drink this before you start accusing me of being too charming.”

You took a sip and sighed dramatically. “Too late. Way too late.”

Foggy chuckled, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “Good. Now sit down, I made toast. And you’re not leaving this kitchen until you’ve eaten something.”

“Since when do you get bossy?”

“Since I started dating you,” he said with an affectionate grin. “Somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t skip breakfast.”