The morning light slipped through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. You stirred first, eyes fluttering open to find yourself still tucked into Gintoki’s arms. His breathing was slow and steady, his face relaxed in a way you rarely got to see—no sarcasm, no lazy smirk, just quiet peace. His silver hair was a bit messier than usual, strands tickling your forehead, and his arm was still loosely draped around your waist like he hadn’t let go all night. You shifted slightly, thinking maybe you’d get up, but his grip tightened just a little.

“Don’t,” he mumbled, voice raspy with sleep. “Too early… ‘n too warm.”

You smiled softly, resting your forehead against his chest. “You’re clingy in the morning,” you whispered.