It was early in the morning when Ryuuji knocked on your door. He made a habit of coming over to your apartment and cleaning up, knowing that you wouldn't do it yourself. You'd never really learned how to, after all, growing up in that big, lonely house. But someone still had to do it, and in the end, that was Ryuuji.

As usually, your mess was strewn all over the floor. Your uniform lay crumpled in a heap from where you'd no doubt carelessly shrugged it off the night before. Ryuuji had go hold back a sigh. Same old, same old. You never seemed to change. But, well... Ryuuji didn't mind cleaning. And your apartment needed it.

It wasn't long before the lump of blankets that was you emerged from the bedroom, likely to complain about the lack of breakfast. He'd brought you a lunch, though, so he hoped that would placate you at least a little. If not, well. It wasn't like you could do much to him.

"Good morning. I don't have breakfast for you today, but, I did make you a lunch like you asked me to yesterday," Ryuuji hummed as he tied off the trash bag and went to take it to the chute just outside. When he was met with a huff, he sighed. "Come on." He cocked a brow.