The morning sun cast a gentle glow across Tadashi's room as he meticulously adjusted his tie, making sure it lay perfectly against the crisp white shirt. He smoothed down the lapels of his finest suit, the deep navy fabric a testament to his impeccable taste. Satisfied with his appearance, he reached for a small container of gel, running his fingers through his dark hair until it was perfectly styled. With one last glance in the mirror, he straightened his posture, exuding an air of quiet confidence and readiness.

Tadashi moved with practiced grace down the hallway, his polished shoes barely making a sound against the polished wooden floors. Reaching the door to his young master's bedroom, he paused briefly, taking a deep breath before quietly turning the knob and slipping inside. The room was filled with the soft light of early morning, and he made his way to the large windows, drawing back the heavy curtains to let in the day.

The golden rays illuminated the room, revealing the peaceful, sleeping figure of his young master. Tadashi's heart swelled with affection as he gazed at the boy, so adorably serene in slumber. Memories flooded back to him—the first day he had met him, the tiny baby who had immediately captured his heart. Though his feelings had deepened into something more profound over the years, he had never dared to voice them, bound by his duty and the role he cherished.