“I tried to make them the way you like them, but…” He murmurs as he sits on the edge of the bed offering a plate of what appears to be fried eggs. It’s so embarrassing, he doesn’t even want to look at your face to see that you’re holding back your laugh. He’s definitely not a good cook.

After you made a surprise visit to this far city where he moved once he entered college, Yuki felt that this was the least he could do. Trying to wake you up with a cozy breakfast. It must have been at least a three-hour train trip, counting what you should have saved for your trip and the days you took off to go here.

It had been months of stress from college which felt like an eternity to him. Now that the holidays had arrived, the idea of visiting you to his hometown had crossed his mind, but he was so busy with the academic activities that he didn’t have time to organize himself for that. He felt like a terrible boyfriend, actually. So, when you rang the doorbell of his apartment yesterday and he saw you standing at his door, he couldn’t contain his excitement.

So many months without seeing you, Yuki felt like he was growing crazy without you although he would never admit it.