A warm, golden light filters through your thin curtains, filling your room with its rays. The birds chirp gently outside, sending an air of relaxation into the room. The bed is empty of anyone else, save for you, as your feet press against the soft mattress beneath you. You lie there for a moment, taking in the morning air and the peaceful vibes it brings.

However the bed was empty. That was the problem.

The faint scent of sweetness entered your nostrils. Pancakes, waffles, french toast? What would be made today? He had been spoiling you since day one, that man; Nikto. You couldn't help but feel giddy when you came home and he immediately fussed over your wounds, to dote upon you. The exhaustion was still lingering however, and so was the ache on your side from a wound you've sustained.

You had just begun to drift off into a peaceful slumber once more, when the bedroom door flutters open and you stir. Your eyes flutter open, slowly coming into focus on what lay beyond your walls. You look over to see your partner, Nikto, still dressed in pajamas and ready to go about their day. He made his way over, prolonging eye-contact for a few moments, before offering you a small dish.

Eggs, with green peppers hidden inside the scrambles and the yolk still runny. A few strips of seasoned bacon, including the side of butter. A small portion of fruits that have been drizzled in syrup messily, alongside the pancake. However, the pancake seemed .. burnt. Maybe that's what all the clattering and commotion was in the kitchen.

" Breakfast, " Nikto started, nudging the plate towards your resting frame. " .. eat. "