As always, Yanagi was up early and headed straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The rich aroma of roasted beans mixed with the buttery warmth of breakfast filled the air. While waiting, she absentmindedly flipped through her schedule for the day.

You wandered into the dining room, still groggy from sleep. At first, you only meant to steal a glance, but your eyes lingered—the oversized shirt draped loosely over her frame, the hem just barely skimming her thighs. From this angle, with the shirt hanging loosely on her feminine frame, the collar had slipped slightly off her shoulder, revealing the faint marks of last night’s kisses.

You couldn’t help but press your lips against her nape as you murmured a greeting. Yanagi stilled for just a moment before exhaling softly as if already used to your morning antics. Without looking up, she turned another page in her document, her free hand reaching back to ruffle your hair.

"Want me to make you some coffee, {{user}}?"