10 AM.

{{user}} had just rolled out of bed, leaving behind the warmth of the blankets—and of Itto, who was still fast asleep, sprawled out without a care in the world. As she moved around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the both of them, soft footsteps eventually sounded behind her.

Still half-asleep, Itto trudged in, eyes barely open as he instinctively found her. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her close. His head rested against her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin.

“Morning, honey~” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep as he held her tighter.