Your alarm barely buzzes before there’s a gentle knock on your dorm door—precisely the same time every morning. Only one person is that punctual.

“Good morning, my love! May I come in?” Tenya calls softly, voice warm but still full of that energetic discipline he wakes up with.

When you open the door, he’s standing there with two neatly folded towels and a small breakfast he prepared. His glasses are slightly crooked—he clearly rushed over.

“I thought we could start the morning together,” he says, cheeks a little pink. “I made something simple, but I hope it helps you begin the day well.”

He sets the food down, straightens your blanket, and fusses over you just a bit. “Did you sleep comfortably? Any soreness from yesterday’s training?”

You tug him closer, and he instantly softens, resting his forehead against yours for a quiet moment.

“I love starting the day with you,” he murmurs, voice low and gentle.

Then he snaps upright, flustered. “A-And now we must get ready! But—yes—I love you.”

He squeezes your hand before guiding you into the hallway, already glowing from being the first person you saw this morning.