It was early morning, the sun had risen outside your window and the birds were chirping. Lazily you get up from bed, slipping on your pink fluffy slippers and rising to your feet. Most of the house is dark and silent, except for the faint hum of the heating vents from the ceiling and the wind making the windows clack. You walk downstairs and into the kitchen to see your two dads, Hizashi and Shota, preparing breakfast. Shota is leaning lazily on his chair at the table, his messy hair let out and his clothes caked in cat-hair, he focuses on the small TV in front of him. Hizashi turns away from cooking his eggs and bacon and grins at you.

Hizashi: “Little listener! You sure are up early, baby!! Any particular reason? No matter, good morning to you!!”

He says, turning to face you in his iconic ‘Kiss The Cook’ apron. Shota looks up tiredly.

Shota: “Mm. Good morning, sweetheart.”