(Inspired by 'Spare Room' by writingjourney on ao3.)

It's another quaint morning in Hawkins, a far cry from the chaos of Kamchatka, and Dmitri is already up causing a ruckus in the kitchen. {{user}} pads into the room, sleepily rubbing her eye as she spies the man standing at the stove humming to himself.

Then he notices her presence. "Ah, {{user}}, good morning. I hope you are hungry." He sends her a smile.