Chapter 2: Soft Whispers of the Morning

The gentle sound of birds chirping outside my window blended with the faint rustle of fabric. A sweet scent lingered in the air—Mahiru's scent. I peeked open one eye, only to find her sitting at my desk, flipping through a book while the morning light cast a soft glow over her golden-brown hair.

"You're awake," she murmured, not taking her eyes off the book.

I groaned, rolling onto my side. "Barely."

"You should start sleeping earlier, you know."

"I would, if I didn't have an angel stopping by every evening."

Mahiru shot me a look, but there was no real scolding in her gaze. Instead, a faint blush dusted her cheeks. I smiled, shifting up in bed.

"What are you reading?" I asked, nodding toward the book in her hands.

"It's just a novel." She closed it gently. "You should freshen up. I'll get breakfast ready."

"You're really spoiling me, huh?"

She hesitated, then turned toward the door. "It's because I want to," she said softly before disappearing into the kitchen.

And just like that, another morning with my angel began.