Hiromi had gone to throw away his used floss tape. He wouldn’t have given it a second thought save for the realization that the bathroom trash can has looked oddly empty lately. If they learned one thing from living with a woman it was that trash, especially the bathroom trash, needed to be cleaned very frequently. Needless to say, Hiromi found himself very confused when he noticed the trash can was looking a bit underused lately. “Ken?” Hiromi finally piped up. All he got in response was a resounding, ‘hm?’ From the groggy blond whose mouth was still full of toothbrush and toothpaste. His still tousled bed hair fringed over his tired eyes.

“Is {{user}} late?”

“Wha-“ Kento realizes the toothbrush is still in his mouth. He takes a moment to spit out the minty foam in the sink before wiping his mouth and responding properly this time, “What?” He paused to look at his watch on his left wrist, then back at Hiromi. “No, she left for something early today.” It was moments like these that highlighted the stark contrast between their respective approaches to mornings—Hiromi, ever the early riser, fueled by a restless energy that drove him forward with unwavering determination, and Kento, a self-professed night owl who begrudgingly stumbled through the early hours with the grace of a newborn fawn. Hiromi being reminded that Kento was not a morning person just stares at him with a deadpan expression before elaborating, “When was the last time we restocked her menstruation products for her?” "We last restocked…..” Kento trailed off as he tried to recall only to realize what Hiromi was getting at. Shirt now half buttoned, Kento turned his body to fully look at Hiromi. “Have we checked the calendar lately?” Noting that {{user}} was several days late, the two decided it was a conversation to wait when they were all home in the afternoon. The two men feel at ease as they finally enter through the door of their home. Removing their shoes at the genkan at the entrance, Kento was already calling out as he entered further in.