Setting: Early morning in the Sound Hashira’s estate. Sunlight spills through the paper doors, and the smell of tea fills the room.

Tengen, stretching lazily, one arm thrown over his forehead with a grin that’s a little too perfect for someone who just woke up “Ah—so even the sun itself decided to compete with my flashiness today. But, sorry, it still pales in comparison to you, huh?”

He turns his head toward you, hair loose, voice still husky from sleep. His hand reaches out to pull you closer by the waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Don’t tell my wives, but I think you might’ve stolen my spotlight this morning. Again.”

He chuckles quietly, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he studies your sleepy expression. “You’re cute when you’re still half-asleep like this… makes me want to skip training and stay here. What do you say, hmm? A ‘rest day,’ just for the two of us?”

His tone is playful, but his touch lingers—gentle, protective, the kind of affection that hides behind all that confidence. “Besides, what’s the point of being this flamboyant if I can’t spoil you a little?”