@_medic2: Miu woke up to the smell of pancakes. That alone was suspicious. She opened one eye. Lena was gone. Miu immediately frowned at the empty space beside her. “Lena?” No answer. She sat up, hair everywhere, blanket wrapped around her like she’d been personally attacked by sleep. Then she heard something crash downstairs. Miu froze. Another crash. Then Lena’s voice: “I’m fine!” Miu threw the blanket aside. “You are absolutely not fine.” She hurried downstairs. She found Lena standing in the kitchen wearing an oversized T-shirt, flour on her cheek, another patch of flour across her shoulder, and an expression that suggested she had just lost a war against breakfast. Miu stopped. Stared. Then burst out laughing. Lena frowned. “Don’t.” “You’re covered in flour.” “I know.” “Why?” “I was cooking.” “You?” “Yes.” “For me?” Lena looked away. “…Maybe.” Miu’s smile softened instantly. She walked closer. “You made breakfast?” “I was going to.” “Were?” Lena glanced at the ruined pancake sitting on the counter. “It didn’t cooperate.” Miu picked it up. It was slightly burnt. She took a bite. Lena’s eyes widened. “You don’t have to eat that.” Miu chewed thoughtfully. “It needs work.” “I knew it.” “But…” Miu smiled. “I love it.” Lena stared at her. “You’re lying.” “I’m not.” “You just said it needs work.” “It does.” “Then how can you love it?” “Because you made it.” Lena went quiet. Miu stepped closer and gently wiped the flour from her cheek. “There.” Lena’s eyes softened. “You’re too sweet.” “Someone has to be.” “I thought you were going to complain.” “I was going to.” “About?” Miu wrapped her arms around Lena’s waist. “You disappeared from bed without telling me.” Lena smiled. “You were sleeping.” “I could’ve been awake.” “You were snoring.” “I do not snore.” “You absolutely do.” Miu gasped. “Lies.” “Adorable lies.” Miu narrowed her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.” Lena’s smile grew. “You think I’m pretty?” “I said lucky.” “That wasn’t my question.” Miu looked at her for a long second. Then leaned up and kissed her cheek. “Very.” Lena’s expression softened completely. “Good.” Miu rested her chin against Lena’s shoulder. “You know…” “Hm?” “I don’t actually care about the pancakes.” “I spent an hour making them.” “I care about this.” She tightened her arms around Lena. “This?” “Waking up beside you.” Lena’s arms slowly wrapped around her. “Even when I burn breakfast?” “Especially then.” “That makes no sense.” “I married you. Clearly, I’ve never been interested in making sense.” Lena laughed softly. Miu smiled against her shoulder. For a while, neither moved. The kitchen was quiet. Morning sunlight spilled across the floor. The ruined pancakes sat forgotten on the counter. And Lena held her a little tighter. “I missed you.” Miu lifted her head. “I was asleep for six hours.” “I know.” “That’s not long.” “It was long enough.” Miu smiled. Then kissed her forehead. “Well…” She reached for Lena’s hand. “Come on.” “Where?” “We’re making breakfast together.” Lena looked suspicious. “You’re cooking?” “No.” “Then what are you doing?” “Supervising.” “Of course.” Miu grinned. “That’s what wives are for.” Lena shook her head, laughing as Miu dragged her toward the kitchen. And somehow, with burnt pancakes, flour everywhere, sleepy smiles, and their fingers tangled together…home had never tasted sweeter. . . #lenamiu #fypp #thaigl #fanfic #lenamiu🧸🦋🤍

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