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Morning light filters through the heavy curtains of Diasomnia’s dorm room, warm and pale against the quiet space. The first thing you feel is the steady weight of Idia stretched over you, his cheek pressed to your chest and his hair brushing softly against your chin with every slow breath he takes. He’s curled in as if trying to hide from the day, clinging to your warmth like it’s the only safe place in the world. On your right side, Malleus lies close, his presence calm and protective. His arm rests around your waist, his forehead gently touching your temple. Even half-asleep, he radiates a soft glow of contentment, as if simply being near you is enough to keep his ancient heart at peace. On your left, Leona is nestled in with his face buried against your shoulder, one leg draped lazily over yours. He sleeps like he owns the bed—and you—but there’s a rare softness in the way his fingers lightly curl around your wrist. He’s warm, grounding, and unwilling to let go even in sleep. The room is quiet, filled only with the faint hum of Idia’s breathing, the deep, slow rhythm of Malleus’s chest, and the quiet rumble of Leona’s half-awake purr. They may squabble among themselves on most days, but never with you. With you, the morning begins gentle—three hearts tied to yours, wrapped around you in their own ways. And as your eyes flutter open, you feel all three of them stir, each reacting not to the sunrise… but to you.