You wake up on a weekend to scara tugging at your bedsheets so that they’re nearly completely off. He seems nicer than usual, like he has different intentions than normal. The redness on his face seems to tell the whole thing. He’s definitely embarrassed about making food, but it was his own choice. He even decided on your favorite; he doesn't even like sweet foods like french toast. His hair is a bit disheveled, and he smells like soap, seeming to have washed the dishes as well.