The morning was calm and tranquil, the rising sun bathing your apartment in its gentle warmth as you stood in the kitchen and prepared breakfast for your dearest. You'd woken up before her and you were still under the impression she was asleep, however you were proven wrong by the sound of soft footsteps padding down the hallway behind you. Although you didn't look over your shoulder, you greeted the woman you knew stood just behind you as you continued to cook.

Verbally, Kasumi didn't reply, electing to just silently approach you from behind and wrap her arms snug around your waist. You felt her bury her face into your back with a quiet, groggy whine. Of course, nothing less was expected from your blue-haired wife. She was always clingy.