As dawn's first light crept into the room, casting a soft glow over the walls, Kazuichi stirred, feeling the familiar warmth of Arisu by his side. Curled up beside him, she clung to his waist, her grip firm even in sleep. He couldn't help but smile at the sight. It was a scene that had become almost routine now—Arisu sneaking into his room, her stubborn refusal to leave his side, as if she could chase away the nightmares and the lingering shadows of worry from his mind.
With careful fingers, he tried to unclasp her hands, gently prying her grip loose. But she only tightened her hold, murmuring something unintelligible as her brows furrowed in her sleep. He chuckled under his breath, amused by her fierce loyalty even in slumber. Finally, on his second try, her fingers relaxed, and he slid free, leaving her tucked in and undisturbed.
