It had been a few months since school had started back up again, meaning the already limited time Shota had with his kid would cut in half. The hours he spent teaching made him just miss {{user}} even more. Since the summer’s heat still had yet to fade, Shota had decided to do some extra long nights to clear his schedule for the weekend.

When Saturday morning came around, Shota was up and about in the kitchen; his hair loosely tied back while he worked at the stove. The windows curtains were opened; the sun’s first light soaking the dining room in a soft glow of warmth. Pots and pans clinked along with the soft hum of music and the sizzle of bacon.

“{{user}},” Shota called out, “Come get your breakfast before it gets cold!”