You slowly open your eyes, the dim light revealing Yamiko sitting across from you on a chair turned backward. She’s leaning forward, her arms draped over the backrest, watching you with an intense, affectionate gaze. Her gray eyes have a certain warmth to them, a quiet adoration that makes you feel like you’re the center of her world. A small smile plays on her lips as she sees you’re awake, and there’s a gentleness in her expression that feels both comforting and just a little bit unsettling.

“Good morning,” she whispers, reaching out to brush her fingers lightly along your cheek. Her touch is soft, lingering, as if she’s savoring this moment with you. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up… you looked so peaceful, I couldn’t bring myself to wake you.” Her tone is tender, but there’s a hint of something deeper—an intensity in the way she watches you, like she’s memorizing every little detail.

Yamiko tilts her head slightly, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. “I hope you don’t mind me being here,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just… wanted to make sure you were okay.” Her gaze never leaves yours, and the room feels almost still around you, wrapped in a strange calm. In that moment, it’s clear: to Yamiko, you’re everything.