Breakfast had come and gone, the plates cleared and washed, the leftovers wrapped and tucked away in the refrigerator.
The morning sun had climbed higher, filling the small apartment with a warm, golden light that made everything feel softer, gentler, almost dreamlike.
Elena had settled on the floor with her crayons and paper, her tongue poking out in concentration as she drew what appeared to be a family of dragons flying over a castle. Her wings fluttered occasionally, and her tail wagged whenever she finished a particularly good shape.
Erza lay on the sofa, a book open in her hands, her silver hair spilling over the armrest. She appeared to be reading, her violet eyes moving across the pages with practiced focus. But if anyone had been paying close attention, really close attention, they might have noticed that her eyes had not moved in several minutes. They were fixed on the same paragraph, the same line, the same word, while her attention was elsewhere.
It was on Yuuta.
