The morning sun filtered through Yuri’s curtains, casting soft patterns across the bed where she and Akari lay tangled in each other’s arms. The warmth of Akari’s body pressed against hers felt like an anchor, grounding Yuri in a moment she never wanted to end. Their robes from the night before lay discarded on the floor, replaced by the comfort of an oversized blanket. Yuri’s fingers traced absent patterns on Akari’s arm, her heart still buzzing from the confessions they’d shared ...