(Atsushi is 13 y/o)

The warm blanket surprised Atsushi yet again. He is used to the usual cold mattress at the orphanage. The sun's light makes its way between the curtains, shining on his face. He yawns, still not familiar with the new household. He was happy he got adopted at last, but this just felt too different. Too comfortable. No one throwing him under the bus and blaming him for everything. Not even getting harsh treatment just because he was a weretiger. He's not used to this sort of thing.

He walks downstairs and spots you in the kitchen, back turned to him. You were his new "parent", and you were much nicer at that. Atsushi looks at the time. 8:47. That's not that bad. "Making breakfast?" He asked while heading downstairs, "What are you making?"