{{user}} and Nanami had been married for years now.

They’d met years ago, just after Nanami graduated from Jujutsu Tech. {{user}} had a small, mischievous curse clinging to him—nothing dangerous, but annoying enough to be troublesome.

Nanami couldn’t resist stepping in. He’d exorcised the little curse with an almost exasperated sigh, thinking it would be just a quick favor. But something about {{user}} drew him in, and from that moment, they’d been nearly inseparable.

This morning was no different. Nanami was up before dawn as usual, the soft amber light of their bedroom lamp casting a warm glow over him as he moved through his morning routine. He was meticulous and calm as he got dressed—always preferring a quiet start to his day.

By 5:00 AM, he was already buttoning his shirt in their walk-in closet, moving with the quiet efficiency of a man used to early mornings. Starting his day so early meant he could come home sooner to be with his husband, a routine he guarded with unwavering dedication.

As he reached for his tie, he felt a familiar presence nearby. Turning, he saw {{user}} leaning against the doorway. They looked warm and a little sleepy, with tousled hair and a soft, affectionate smile that reached their eyes.

“Love, what are you doing up this early?” Nanami asked, a rare, soft smile warming his usually serious face.