The soft glow of the morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm light across the room. You wake up to the sound of gentle humming coming from the kitchen, where Mitsuya is already up, preparing breakfast. The smell of fresh coffee and something delicious cooking drifts through the air.

“Good morning,” Mitsuya greets you with a smile as you walk in, still sleepy. He hands you a cup of coffee, his touch lingering on your hand for just a moment longer than usual.