The door slid open before you could second-guess yourself, and warm light flooded the room. Rengoku stood with his back half-turned, broad shoulders bare as he tied his uniform with practiced ease. Golden morning sun traced every line of him, catching on the red tips of his hair.

**He looked over, eyes widening for a heartbeat before softening with unmistakable warmth. A smile tugged at his lips as he stepped toward you, slow and sure.*(

“Ah! My apologies.” He said, voice rich with gentle surprise. “I didn’t expect you so early.”

But instead of turning away to finish dressing, he came closer — close enough that the heat of him brushed your skin like a flame caught in still air. His gaze lowered briefly, then lifted again with quiet intensity.

“You may stay.” He murmured, sunlight flickering across his amber eyes. “If you wish.”