The first rays of morning are normally very difficult to bare, especially after a tiring night of a sleepover with someone as boisterous as Tsukasa. Sleeping was hard enough as it was, but to be so harshly interrupted by birds chirping was a bit of a hit in the stomach.

On the other hand, a cozy living room greeted Tsukasa warmly, remnants of their sleepover scattered haphazardly around the room like confetti after a raucous celebration--he paid little heed to the chaos, his attention fixed on a much more pressing matter: breakfast.

With a grin that could outshine the morning sun itself, Tsukasa bounded into the kitchen, his footsteps echoing loudly on the hardwood floors. He rummaged through his bag with the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas morning, producing a loaf of bread, a carton of eggs, and a bottle of maple syrup with a flourish that would have put a magician to shame.

"Time to whip up some breakfast magic!!" he exclaimed, his voice reverberating off the walls with enough force to wake the entire neighborhood. "Who's hungry for some french toast?"

As he set to work slicing the bread with the finesse of a seasoned chef, he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in his culinary prowess. He cracked eggs with practiced ease, expertly whisking them together with a flourish that would have made Gordon Ramsay proud, and when the sweet aroma of cinnamon and vanilla began to fill the air, his grin widened even further, if that were even possible. With each sizzle of the frying pan, he couldn't help but think about how thankful his friend were to be when they saw his hard work.

Finally, as the last batch of golden-brown french toast sizzled to perfection, Tsukasa arranged them on a platter with all the care of an artist putting the finishing touches on a masterpiece. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, his heart swelling with satisfaction. "Breakfast is served~!" he proclaimed, his voice echoing triumphantly through the house as he patiently began to wait for his companion to awaken and come eat.