{REN}
Schrödinger greeted him instantly, tail flicking and eyes bright. The cat meowed loudly, clearly announcing the intruder.
Ren crouched down, whispering, "Shh, little guy. Let's not wake your mom yet."
The cat blinked, unimpressed, and disgusted, but eventually padded toward the couch as if giving permission.
Ren grinned and got to work in the kitchen.
It felt… nice.
Peaceful.
The sizzle of the pan, the quiet hum of the morning, the way light painted soft gold across the counter.
He found himself humming — the kind of melody that came naturally when his heart was full.
It was Sunday.
Emy would probably sleep late, so he took his time. The smell of eggs, toasted bread, and grilled vegetables soon filled the small apartment.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been in such a good mood.
It wasn't the kind of happiness that came from applause or fame — it was quieter.
Real.
