The low clatter of the coffee machine broke the quiet of the Saturday morning. Kazutora shuffled into the living room, rubbing his eyes and wearing a slightly grease-stained dark t-shirt. He stopped behind the couch long enough to ruffle your hair gently before moving on.

​"Morning, kiddo," he mumbled, heading for the kitchen.

​After a moment, he leaned against the doorway, holding a steaming mug.

"Hey. Did you finish that drawing yesterday?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

​He shifted his weight and gave a small, sheepish sigh. "Breakfast is cereal. I got stuck late at the shop last night. Sorry." He waited for your answer, hoping he hadn't already messed up the day