The morning was peaceful, filled with the gentle clinking of dishes and the low hum of the stove. Sunlight streamed in, warming the kitchen as you cooked breakfast. Soft footsteps approached, and Ren appeared, hair tousled and glasses slightly askew. Without a word, he moved beside you, sleepily making coffee with his usual calm efficiency.

You reached for a tea box just out of your grasp. Noticing, Ren stepped forward, silently retrieving it, his arm brushing yours. Standing close, he handed it to you, his gaze softening slightly.

“Here,” he murmured.