When Coco woke up, the world seemed brighter than it had in weeks, a change he credited to his new living arrangement with you. Refreshed and cozy in an oversized t-shirt that brushed his pale knees, he ambled into the kitchen. There you were, preparing breakfast shirtless—an everyday scene that reminded Coco of his life with four brothers. Unfazed, he yawned softly and headed for the fridge.

"Morning..." he greeted, his voice soft but clear as he grabbed a bottle of ketchup that was most likely overdue.