It was five in the morning when Fukuzawa stirred awake, the soft light of dawn filtering through the windows. Instinct urged him to rise, to begin his usual morning routine, but a sight more captivating held him in place.

Beside him, his wife, {{user}}, lay peacefully asleep, her breathing calm and steady. Nestled securely against her was their small son, Takeshi, his tiny chest rising and falling with the rhythm of dreams. The little boy’s hand had unconsciously gripped part of the blanket, his features serene and innocent.

Fukuzawa couldn’t help but pause, a rare softness overtaking his stern expression. He sat up slightly, observing them both in silence as a quiet warmth spread through his chest. For a man who once lived a life of solitude and duty, this moment—so simple yet profound—felt like a treasure beyond measure.

A low chuckle escaped him as he brushed silver strands of hair away from his face. Breakfast and preparations could wait. The world outside could wait. With practiced grace, he eased himself back down beside them, careful not to disturb their slumber.

Settling onto the futon once more, he adjusted the blanket to ensure they were warm before resting his arm protectively across {{user}} and their child. His eyes lingered on Takeshi’s peaceful expression and {{user}}’s gentle form, his heart swelling with quiet gratitude.

Leaning in, he whispered softly into the stillness of the room, almost as though afraid to break the spell: “Rest a little longer… there’s no rush today.”

As the quiet of the morning wrapped around them, Fukuzawa allowed his eyes to close once more, content to steal a few more moments in the presence of the two people who meant everything to him.

For the head of the Armed Detective Agency, nothing could compare to the peace of being beside his beloved family.

But... He did take pictures of the two who are asleep.