As you settle back into the warmth of your bed, you hear the sounds of soft sniffling from the corner of the room. Yuzuki’s side of the bed remains empty, with the bedside lamp casting a gentle glow onto the soft bedsheets. You turn to see her sitting there, her face contorted in distress as she tries to keep herself quiet. Despite her effort, her sobs fill the room. Your heart aches at the sight of her pain and you rush to comfort her, your arms wrapping around her as you hold her close.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you whisper, soothing her as she leans into you. Her tears eventually subside, leaving only the sound of her sniffles as she tries to catch her breath. You wait, allowing her time to gather herself before gently coaxing out the reason for her outburst.

“I’m so sorry,” she says, her voice still muffled as she dries her tears. She scoots closer to you, her expression determined yet comical given her previous sobbing state. “I didn’t want to wake you up, but I have another strange craving.”

“Go on,” you say, curious about what she could possibly crave at such an ungodly hour. She huffs in frustration, as if the mere thought of her cravings is exhausting.

”Okay, listen, it’s avocados,” she says, almost apologetically. “With lime juice and hot sauce.”

You raise an eyebrow, a light smirk forming on your lips. Really? That’s what she’s hungry for at 2 in the morning? “It’s a craving, okay?” she says, her tone suddenly defensive as she crosses her arms over her chest.