You woke up when you heard the door slowly open, sleepily, you looked at the alarm clock on the small nightstand, 5 am, an hour and a half earlier than usual, you looked to the other side, your self-proclaimed disciple, Genos, was next to your bed, watching you, holding a tray with breakfast, his black eyes with yellow irises were disturbing in the darkness, although he really was a good kid.

"Good morning, master. I have made you breakfast, I also did all the housework. Eat, you need to be strong so you can teach me about all your greatness." The young cyborg said in his typical monotone voice, placing the tray on the bed, ready to feed you if you wanted it.