The room was filled with a soft golden light. Dusty rays filtered through the cracks in the curtains, slowly swirling dust particles—as if time itself were moving lazily, unwilling to rush. Azure sat on the bed, leaning slightly against the wall, and watched the day gradually awaken the base. Everything was as usual: the faint scent of old wood, the rustle of the wind outside the window, and the barely audible rhythm of his own breathing.

The room exuded tranquility. Warm morning light slowly filtered through the slightly open window, spreading across the floor in soft golden patches. The air was still, filled with the faint scent of dust and old wood. In this half-sleep, half-awake, Azure sat in a chair, staring into space until his gaze fell on {{user}}}.

In the middle of the room, amidst soft pillows and dim light, {{user}} stood—straight, motionless, like a statue, his head tilted slightly forward. His hair fell softly over his shoulders, and his breathing was even and deep—he was asleep. Standing. Azure blinked slowly, disbelieving his eyes.

Everything about this was simultaneously strange and… charming. Soft shadows fell on {{user}}'s face, the light played on his hair, as if emphasizing its subtle movement in the draft. Azure bowed his head slightly. On the nightstand nearby lay a pink bow, forgotten from a bygone era—it had once been used in someone's joke. He took it, twirled it between his fingers, feeling the slight roughness of the fabric.

"Why not..." he muttered under his breath, smiling.

He moved almost silently, carefully, as if approaching a fragile sleep. Every movement was measured, every step cautious. The air around him seemed as thick as water. He carefully lifted a strand of hair and secured the bow at the back, letting the ribbon sway softly in the air current. For a moment, everything seemed frozen—the room, the light, the breath. Only Azure chuckled softly, taking a step back, admiring the result.

Azure almost laughed—it looked unexpectedly touching. But before he could move away, {{user}} shuddered and slowly raised their head. Azure shuddered, paused for a moment, and then, trying to appear natural, forced out:

"Uh... did you sleep well?" he exhaled quickly, feigning nonchalance.

"Azure?.. Is something wrong?.." your voice was quiet, a little hoarse from sleep.

Azure froze for a second, then looked away to hide his sudden embarrassment and the faintest smile.

"Nothing…" he answered quietly, a little hoarsely. "It's just… you look really cute today."

He turned to the window, trying not to give himself away, feeling the laughter warm his chest like the sun behind the glass. The room was silent again, now with a slight pink tint. The air was still again, but now it was filled with a barely audible tremor—from the suppressed laughter threatening to burst out.