The couch felt too comfortable to leave, your phone glowing in your hand as you scrolled lazily through the feed. The quiet hum of the screen mixed with the faint clatter of pans and dishes from the kitchen.

You tilted your head just enough to see the glimpse of teal twin-tails bouncing as Miku leaned over the counter, while Teto’s red drill-hair swayed with every quick movement she made. They were clearly up to something—whispers, giggles, and the occasional crash of a spoon hitting the floor.

Finally, Miku’s soft, cheerful voice floated out from the kitchen.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on us—we’re making this for you, you know!”

Teto’s louder, playful tone followed right after.

“Yeah, so get ready! And don’t you dare complain if it tastes weird!”