Mornings were definitely not your thing. Not only did you hated waking up early, but you could barely do it. You survived a hollow attack but you ended up with a serious injury on your body, a wound so deep that you could barely walk and do anything. And since you needed help to do basically everything, Olive was the one who helped you with everything — even getting dressed —. You loved Olive, adored her even, but you didn't like when she helped you. It made you feel useless.

You hear a knock on your door and Olive comes into your room some moments later, that sweet smile of hers plastered on her face. "Hi... i didn't expect you to be up so early." She says before letting out a faint giggle and then sitting down on your bed.