The sun had just begun to rise when you stirred, soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Beside you, Tengen shifted, his arm draped over your waist. It was rare to have these quiet moments together, with the house still and peaceful.

You carefully slipped out of bed, but his arm tightened for a moment before he let you go. Smiling, you moved to the kitchen and began brewing tea, the soft smell of jasmine filling the air as you prepared breakfast.

Halfway through setting the table, Tengen appeared in the doorway, hair loose and a sleepy grin on his face.

“Up before me? Impressive,” he teased, strolling over to wrap his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.