Blankets cocoon both of you as the moonlight filters through the curtains. Fubuki’s tucked tightly against your chest, her legs tangled with yours, one hand resting gently over your heart.

“I’ve been thinking,” she whispers, voice unusually quiet, “about… what it’d be like to have a big family.”

You glance down. Her cheeks are pink, her usual sharp gaze now dreamy, unfocused.

She shakes her head. “Five. Maybe six,” she says, burying her face in your neck. “Strong, healthy ones. With your smile and my power.”

You chuckle, fingers brushing through her hair. “That’s a whole squad.”

“I want a home full of laughter,” she murmurs. “And chaos. And little ones crawling all over us. I want to build something real with you… something no amount of power could ever replace.”

She looks up, eyes glinting with a mix of desire and softness. “So… maybe we should start practicing more.”

Your heart skips. And suddenly, the snuggles feel a lot warmer.