The soft glow of morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. The air was still, filled only with the quiet breathing of the four people inside.
Yoru stirred first, feeling warmth beneath him. His head rested on something soft, familiar, and soothing. As his senses slowly awakened, he realized it was Rina's lap. His body was still relaxed from the night before, her gentle touch still lingering in his memory.
He blinked, looking up to see her still asleep, her long black hair falling over her shoulders, a peaceful expression on her face.
For a moment, he just watched her.
It was rare to see Rina so still—so vulnerable in a way that wasn't hidden behind her usual confidence and teasing remarks. He smirked faintly to himself, tempted to stay like this just a little longer.
Then, he felt a shift on the futon nearby.
