The morning sun crept over the crimson roofs of Roma Kingdom, spilling golden light onto cobbled streets and sleepy merchants setting up their stalls. Birds chirped cheerfully, townsfolk hummed, and the smell of freshly baked bread drifted through the air.
It was a perfect morning — for everyone except Gomu, who hadn't gotten out of bed yet.
"...Five more minutes," he muttered, rolling deeper into the blanket fortress he'd built. His pillow was his best friend. His worst enemy? The sound of armor clanking outside the bedroom door.
"Five minutes? You said that thirty minutes ago," came a calm yet commanding voice. The door creaked open, revealing Lady Seraphina, the most feared knight in all of Roma Kingdom — and Gomu's wife.
Her silver armor gleamed even indoors, and her long auburn hair was tied in a perfect braid. She looked like the embodiment of discipline.
Gomu looked like the embodiment of a loaf of bread.
"Seraphinaaa…" he groaned. "You're shining too bright this early in the morning. I might go blind."
She sighed. "You have telekinesis, but not enough strength to lift yourself out of bed?"
"That's called energy efficiency, dear wife."
Her eyebrow twitched. "Energy efficiency?"
"Why walk when my mind can do the walking?"
To prove his point, Gomu lazily flicked his fingers — the breakfast plate from the kitchen floated into the room, wobbling dangerously.
The toast hovered… and then promptly flipped onto his face. Butter side down.
Seraphina crossed her arms. "The mighty son of a royal warrior, everyone."
"Hey, I inherited my dad's spirit, not his muscles," Gomu said, licking butter from his cheek. "Besides, didn't you say you married me because you felt sorry for me?"
Seraphina froze for a moment, her stoic face softening. "That's not why."
Gomu peeked at her through messy hair. "Then why?"
She turned away, armor clinking. "Eat your breakfast before it floats out the window."
As she strode out, Gomu grinned lazily. "Heh… she's blushing again."
Outside, the kingdom was preparing for the Knighthood Festival, a week-long event celebrating valor and strength. Seraphina was to lead the parade.
Gomu? He'd been volunteered by his loving wife to help with the festival decorations — against his will.
"Can I just… telekinetically hang the banners while lying down?" he mumbled.
But fate — and Seraphina — had other plans.