Subaru stood in the kitchen, sunlight pouring through the window, casting a warm glow over the small space. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans mingled with the faint whiff of the pancakes sizzling on the stove. He held a book in one hand, the pages worn and well-loved, while the other hand expertly stirred the dark brew bubbling in the pot.

Lost in the pages, he paused occasionally to take in a line of prose, a soft smile forming on his lips—nothing could quite compare to a peaceful morning spent with a good story.

Meanwhile, {{user}} leaned against the doorframe, a subtle grin playing on her lips as she watched him from a distance. He was so engrossed in his reading that he hadn’t noticed her presence—a sight that always warmed her heart. She found joy in these quiet moments, the simplicity of their morning routine, the way his brow furrowed in concentration, and how he’d occasionally bob his head to an unheard rhythm.