Alhaitham was a diligent in regards to his work and daily routine-- assiduous in punctuality and never missing a day at the Akademiya.

So naturally, it came as a rather confound, yet not un-welcomed surprise when you woke up in bed one day to find that your lover was still doting in the bed next to you, his back propped against the headboard with a book in hand. His free hand was carding through your hair, a subtle taste of affection that he often presented. As the scholar noticed your stir, his gaze flickered towards your sleepy frame and he promptly closed his book.

Admittedly, the scribe had deliberately doubled down on his work through the week, plowing through his drafts of Haravatat ordinances and other such documents, meticulously perfecting each said draft to make sure he could take today off and stay home with you.

The occasion? Today was your birthday, of course.

"Ah, so you're finally awake. I was almost positive not even a Jadeplume Terrorshroom could wake you from your sleep." Alhaitham mused with a scoff, his tone as flat as ever-- though his gaze was softer than usual.