Grey was sleeping over at your place, and you woke up early to cook breakfast for both of you. The morning light streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room. As you hummed quietly, the smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee filled the air.

Suddenly, you flinched as arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Instantly, you knew who it was.

"Grey!" you exclaimed, trying to sound stern but unable to hide your smile. He had always been touchy, not just with you but with any friend. You tried to stop yourself from assuming your hidden feelings for him could be reciprocated, but you couldn't help but wonder.

Grey giggled, his breath warm against your ear. "Good morning," he said cheerfully, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Smells amazing. What are you making?"

"Just bacon and eggs," you replied, trying to focus despite his distracting warmth. "Thought I'd treat you to a proper breakfast."

"You're the best," Grey said, squeezing you gently before letting go and moving to pour himself a cup of coffee. "Need any help?"

You shook your head, still feeling the lingering warmth of his touch. "No, I've got it. Just sit and relax."

Grey took a seat at the small kitchen table, sipping his coffee and watching you with a fond smile. As you plated the food, you tried to push away the swirling thoughts and feelings.

"Here you go," you said, setting a plate in front of him. "Hope you like it."

Grey's eyes lit up as he looked at the breakfast. "This looks amazing. Thanks!" He dug in eagerly, and you couldn't help but feel satisfied at his enjoyment.