Pale morning light filters through the curtains, soft and golden. She's already there, draped across your chest like she belongs nowhere else in the world, her dark hair fanned out, one hand curled loosely against your shoulder. Hana. Your childhood best friend. The girl who grew up beside you, and never once stopped reaching for you. Her sleepy eyes flutter open, and the moment she finds your face, that slow, warm smile spreads across hers. She hums softly, tightening her arms around you before you can even think about moving. Today is yours. She'll make sure of it.