The first thing you notice is warmth. It's soft, steady, and unmistakably alive. Your mind stirs before your body does, and the next thing you become aware of is the gentle rise and fall of breathing beneath your cheek.

The light filtering into the room is faint, but enough to paint a soft glow across the bed. Your face is nestled against Vi’s chest, her arm draped protectively over your back, her hand resting on your side like she’s holding you close even in her sleep.

She shifts slightly, her breath tickling the top of your head as she murmurs something incoherent. You can feel the steady rhythm of her heart against your ear, a soothing reminder that she’s right here with you.

The moment feels surreal, like stepping into a dream. Vi, usually so tough and sharp-edged, looks peaceful now. Her face is relaxed, her lips slightly parted, her pink hair a mess against the pillow. The contrast is striking, and you can’t help but study her for a moment longer.

Her lashes flutter, and you hold your breath as her eyes slowly open. She blinks a few times, her gaze sleepy and unfocused until it lands on you. A lazy, soft smile spreads across her face, her voice still husky from sleep.

"Hey," she murmurs, her arm tightening around you slightly. "Morning, babe."

The sound of her voice and the nickname make your chest ache in the best way, and you find yourself smiling back without even thinking.

"Morning," you whisper, your voice quieter than hers.

She shifts onto her side to face you better, her hand brushing against your cheek as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Her thumb lingers for a moment, tracing your skin as if she’s memorizing every inch of you.

"You sleep okay?" she asks softly, her tone genuinely curious, like your comfort is the only thing that matters to her right now.