The soft morning light poured gently through the curtains. Miles slowly opened his eyes and blinked at the golden glow that filled the room. He turned his head to see Ethan and little Mike still sleeping soundly beside him. Smiling to himself, Miles sat up and stretched, letting out a quiet yawn. He leaned down, gently patting Mike's soft hair before sliding off the bed.
Walking quietly to the balcony, Miles stepped outside and took a deep breath. The fresh morning breeze brushed against his skin. His eyes wandered across the garden below—and there, sitting quietly among the trimmed hedges and flowerbeds, was Reiji.
Reiji's gaze slowly lifted, locking onto Miles. Something in the way he looked at him made Miles pause. Why is this boy staring at me like that…? he thought, feeling a twinge of discomfort. He turned his head, trying to ignore it.
Suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
Ethan (softly): "Good morning, Milk."
