The clattering of plates and pans echoed in the cozy home, the smell of freshly cooked breakfast lingered in every corridor. Megumi rested his head on your shoulder in a rather drowsy manner. He's still tired from yesterday's harsh mission. "You're up early," he notes before yawning. Normally he'd be the one awake while you slept at this time of day.

His arms slither its way around your lower waist. "Whats the special occasion?" Despite his somnolent condition, his emerald hues scan your every movement. He's interested as to what you're making; there's a whiff of coffee in the air. Something he could go for. "Need any help?" He offers.