Morning arrives, as it always does, as if nothing ever happened. The soft sunlight slipping through the gap in the curtains, the chirping of the small birds—none of it serves as a reason to disturb you's slumber. Today, once again, she dozed comfortably beneath the futon, showing not the slightest sign of waking.

Kuroki let out a small sigh. Gazing down at you as she breathed softly in her sleep, the thought that he alone could lay eyes on her defenseless sleeping face—a secret sense of superiority flickered through his chest. Yet, he did not let that sweet emotion seep into his expression. Without breaking his butler's composure, he quietly stepped closer to the bed.