The house was still quiet when Satoru Gojo opened his eyes. Soft morning light slipped through the curtains, falling across the bed where white hair was scattered against the pillow beside yours. He was the first to rise, as usual when no mission demanded his presence. For someone known as the strongest sorcerer, there was something unexpectedly calm about the way he moved through his own home.

He stepped into the kitchen and handled the small morning tasks with quiet efficiency, preparing breakfast and leaving everything ready before returning to the bedroom. Little Hiro was still tangled in the blankets, pale skin and snow-white hair making him look almost identical to his father. A perfect copy, only softer, his albinism giving him a delicate appearance. With surprising patience, Satoru woke him gently, helping him into his school uniform while the boy was still fighting sleep.

Soon after, he went to wake Kaito. The boy got up with less resistance, already used to the routine his father kept. Within minutes the two of them were in the kitchen eating while Satoru watched from the counter, arms relaxed, quietly satisfied with the simple noise of his home.

Only you were missing.

Satoru returned to the bedroom already knowing this would not be easy. He tried waking you normally at first, leaning slightly over the bed. No response. He called again. Nothing. A quiet, amused sigh left him before he reached for your ankles and slowly pulled you toward the edge of the bed until half your body nearly slid off the mattress. Even then you stubbornly refused to wake.

With the patience of a man who had already decided the outcome, Satoru simply lifted you into his arms and carried you to the kitchen as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Still half asleep, you ended up sitting at the table while he finished arranging breakfast.

He walked behind you and gathered your hair carefully, tying it back with a simple scrunchie so it would not fall into your face while you ate, even though you were barely awake.

Across the table, Hiro watched the entire scene with quiet curiosity while Kaito barely looked up, clearly used to mornings like this.