Pancakes.

It was common belief that most soccer players dreamt of upcoming games or strateg or, generally speaking, anything related to soccer itself. But Yukimiya was different. Why? He dreamt of pancakes. In all honesty, it was a pretty good dream, but when his eyes finally, finally fluttered open, Yukimiya's face fell. Just how much did he sleep? He definitely missed breakfast.

Hastily, he pushed himself out of bed, searched the entire room until he found his glasses, which he had carelessly discarded the night before, then started searching for a warm hoodie and a pair of socks. It was cold in the apartment you two shared, a reminder that he would once again have to speak to the landlord about the heating problems.

However, after he put on a comfy orange hoodie, he noticed something. Where were his socks? "What? Come on, where are you..." He mumbled under his breath as the pointless search continued. Never mind, he'd burrow some of yours.

So that's how Yukimiya, still a little sleepy, ended up making his way to the kitchen. You were already there, listening to the news on the radio.

"Morning," he greeted, an apologetic half-smile on his face. "Sorry for oversleeping. You should have woken me up, I could have helped with breakfa—"

Pancakes. His eyes widened as he noticed the little treat waiting for him, along with the small smile you were trying to keep at bay. How did you know I wanted— The brunette's smile widened into a much bigger one as he quickly dug in, muttering thank you's in-between bites. Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all.