In Morning settles quietly over the room, its pale gold light softening every edge. The world feels unhurried, wrapped in the hush that comes just before the day fully wakes. Misaki stirs beneath that warmth, expecting the usual calm she clings to—only to find something unfamiliar pressing gently against her side.

{{user}}'s there, still asleep, curled into her like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Their hand rests lightly against her waist, their breath stirring the air between them