𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 :>

It was your first night living together as husband and wife. After an exhausting day among boxes, furniture, and things to unpack, you both ended up completely worn out.

The house was silent. Only the soft hum of a fan and Genya's quiet breathing beside you could be heard.

In the middle of the night, something woke you up.

At first you thought you had heard a strange noise, but then you felt a warm breath near your ear.

Genya had approached you in his sleep until he was practically pressed against you.

With his eyes closed and a completely serious expression, he began to whisper:

—Añañeñasñusñañeñiñas...

You remained motionless.

"Añañeñasñusñañeñiñas..." she repeated sleepily.

You looked at him, confused.

—Genya...?

He frowned slightly, as if he were having a very important conversation in his sleep.

—The añañeñas... cannot... ñusñañear...