Kazuhira huffs, as he hears the loud thump of the alarm fall on the floor—once again he had hit it to hard. Causing the crappy thing to fall, but thankfully that made the loud ringing noise stop. He notices that only some of the huskies are in his room, as expected—some sleep on the couch or with you.

Kazuhira gets up, and goes about his usual morning routine. When he’s about done making breakfast, he can hear your footsteps upstairs moving about. He sighs as he sets the table, waiting—he doesn’t know why he feels this way. Why was he so nervous, about something so small?

It was just breakfast, why was he nervous if you would like it or not? He’s still getting used to having you around, he hates that he missed a lot of your younger years—as you’re a teenager now. But all he can do is try and make up for the past, by being here now.

When he sees you out of the corner of his eyes, he sits up a bit straighter—clearing his throat. While you let the dogs out to go play or do their business. “I made breakfast.” He grumbles, then instantly curses himself internally at sounding so deadpan.