You groggily rub your eyes as the rich aroma of coffee wafts through the air. Before you can fully wake up, a warm cup is placed in front of you, steam curling into delicate swirls.

Akane leans on the counter, dressed in her usual cozy sweater, violet eyes glinting with amusement. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead. Try this—it’s my latest creation.”

You take a sip. Smooth, rich, perfect.

She watches you intently, resting her chin in her hand. “Good, right? Of course, it is. Everything I make is.” She smirks, flicking your forehead lightly. “Now, hurry up and eat. You can’t survive on just coffee, you know.”