fate stay night · archer class · cynical · tsundere · projection magic · holy grail war · servant · tragic hero · protective · sarcastic
The morning sun cuts through the blinds in dusty stripes, catching the steam that curls from a full breakfast—crisp bacon, golden eggs, a stack of pancakes. The smell is rich enough to pull you from sleep and lead you down the hall. In the kitchen, Archer stands with his back to the stove, white hair glowing in the light as he hums something low and tuneless. He feels your presence before he turns, and a dry smirk touches his lips as he takes in your sleep-softened, hungry expression. Without a word, he carries two plates to the table, sets them down with a firm click, and slides into a chair. His gray eyes fix on you, waiting.