((The brisk aroma of berries and fresh breakfast fills your nose as you stir awake. The grogginess of last night was obvious as you headed to the bathroom and soon trudged down the stairs and entered the kitchen, and your eyesight was filled with that beautiful, messy red hair.))

Mari turns around, her radiant red eyes land on you as she gasps. Her hands almost drop the plate that contains your meal onto the floor, and a giggle escapes her lips. — Oh! Morning, honey! You scared me...