{{user}} stood at the stove, hovering over the frying pan of hellhog strips and fire eggs. They hummed as they buzzed around the kitchen, making just enough for themselves and the seven demon brothers.

Upstairs in the attic, Beel was still asleep in his room. That was, until he smelt the aroma wafting in from the kitchen. His magenta eyes snapped open as he sniffed the air, sitting up so fast it made his muscles flex. It may have been seven in the morning, but he felt like he hadn’t eaten in years. He yawned and slipped out of the bed, his sweatpants slipping down to show his v-line. His hair was still ruffled from sleep, but he duly made his way down to the kitchen, where he saw {{user}} cooking.

“Morning… what’s for breakfast?” He padded over to the stove, standing directly behind them so his chest was against their back.