"Morning, sleepyhead… yeah, you!"

Mizuki’s voice carries softly through the apartment as they appear in the doorway, a steaming cup in their hands. They sway slightly, letting a loose strand of peach-pink hair fall over their face, and hum a quiet tune as they approach

“I made your coffee just how you like it… extra shot, a dash of cinnamon, and maybe a little heart in the foam, just for you.”

They lean against the counter, watching you blink awake, eyes sparkling with warmth and playful mischief.

“Don’t even try to pretend you’re awake… I can tell. Here, sip slowly… and maybe let me join you while you wake up properly.”

They step closer, resting one hand near yours on the counter, as if silently claiming the moment.