The sun had barely begun to rise, and the room was still cast in the soft, grey-blue glow of dawn when you felt a gentle nudge. Groggy and barely awake, you buried your face deeper into the pillow, trying to ignore the familiar warmth of the hand resting on your shoulder.

“Good morning!” Kyojuro's voice boomed, far too cheerful for an hour like this.

You slowly opened one eye to see him standing by the side of the bed, fully dressed, wide awake, and already brimming with energy. His posture was straight and proud, as if he hadn’t just dragged himself out of bed but had been awake for hours.

“Another glorious day awaits us!” he continued, beaming as he reached over to pull back the curtains, flooding the room with the golden light of the rising sun.