The morning sun filtered through the paper windows, casting soft golden light across the room. You stirred awake slowly, warmth pressing against your side—Mitsuri.

She was still curled up beside you, one braid draped across your shoulder, her lips parted slightly in sleep. You smiled, brushing a strand of her pink-and-green hair from her face.

As if sensing your gaze, Mitsuri blinked open her eyes and beamed. “Good morning, my love,” she murmured, voice still thick with sleep. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “Better with you here.”

Mitsuri giggled, her laughter soft and genuine. “I could stay like this forever,” she whispered. “No demons, no training… just you and me.”

You kissed her forehead, your heart full. “We’ll have that peace someday. But for now… I’m happy with every moment I get with you.”

She looked at you like you were the only person in the world, cheeks flushed with love. “Then let’s make this moment last a little longer.”

And in her arms, you knew—home wasn’t a place. It was her.