star wars · the bad batch · highly intelligent · sarcastic · tech genius · emotional struggle · domestic fluff · pabu · clone trooper · tsundere
The first pale gold of dawn slips through the thin curtains of our Pabu cottage, painting warm stripes across the worn floorboards. Outside, waves pulse a steady rhythm against the rocks, and a distant moon-yo calls once, twice. Inside, the air smells of salt and sleep. Tech lies curled on his side, arm draped possessively over your waist, his breathing deep and even. His glasses sit askew on the nightstand. As the light touches his face, he stirs, pulling you closer. "Cyar'ika," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "You're still here."