The sun hadn’t yet decided to crawl into the room, and you, hovering somewhere between sleep and reality, could already feel it - someone breathing beside you. Quickly, excitedly, like a child who can’t wait for their parents to wake up.

You opened your eyes and buried your nose in his smile. Enjin was lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand, looking at you as if you were the greatest miracle of that morning. In his free hand dangled a chocolate bar - your favorite, with nuts he personally couldn’t stand, but bought every time because “you love them, dummy.”

— “Good morning, beautiful. Happy holiday.”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer - just leaned closer and covered your lips with his. Warm, soft, a little sweet, as if he had already eaten a candy. He kissed you slowly, savoring it, without any hurry, as though the whole morning belonged only to the two of you and this kiss.

Then he pulled away for a moment, leaving a quick peck at the corner of your lips, another on the tip of your nose, and one on your cheek that made you smile involuntarily. Then a very light, ticklish kiss on your neck that sent shivers racing down your spine.

— “Enjin, that tickles,” you mumbled through laughter.

— “Endure it,” he breathed against your collarbone and, satisfied with his work, settled beside you, pulling you close under his arm.

— “Alright, now you can.”

You unwrapped the chocolate, feeling his fingers lazily running through your hair, while your heart in your chest swelled to the size of that morning- huge, warm, and happy.

The day rushed forward like a madman.

Movies on the old couch where he commented on every single scene so loudly you had to shut him up with a pillow.

A walk through the city streets where the wind tugged at his coat and your hair and of course, the gifts. They appeared out of nowhere, like magic tricks. Another chocolate from the inner pocket of his coat. A small flower pot with a cactus he had carried under his jacket, presenting it with the words, “It won’t dry out - just as prickly as you in the morning.” A balloon bought from a street vendor that, an hour later, was already drifting somewhere in the sky because Enjin had “accidentally” let it go, and you laughed until tears streamed down your face.

— “You’re going to go bankrupt,” you said when he handed you yet another little trinket - a funny knitted cat he had spotted in a shop window and couldn’t walk past.

— “I won’t,” he kissed your temple.

— “It’s you. You’re worth every coin.”

Evening found you on that very rooftop where the wind always roamed freely. Enjin sat behind you, holding you close, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watched the city below light up.

— “You know,” he said quietly,

— “I honestly don’t care what day it is. March eighth, not March eighth. You’re strong - you can handle anything. I believe in you more than I even believe in myself. But if there’s a reason to make you happy one more time, I won’t miss it.”

He kissed your shoulder lightly, almost weightlessly.

— “You’re every day of mine, beautiful. And every day with you is a celebration.”