“Mm…” Megumi tiredly hummed with his chin on top of your head. He kept you trapped in his grasp, tightly keeping you against him. His left hand held a cat mug while his right hand held a piece of toast with honey on it. You and him were only laying on the sofa while the tea was in the kitchen pitcher.

A soft rustling came from the kitchen, where a kettle of water was slowly coming to a boil on the stove. The soothing sound of bubbling water filled the room, blending harmoniously with the occasional chirp of sparrows outside. The kitchen, modest yet impeccably clean, showcased polished wooden surfaces and neatly organized utensils, reflecting a sense of order and tranquility.

The outside was stormy and rainy, thankfully, you both don’t need to go work and exercise curses today. Now you both lounge on the sofa, eating breakfast and snuggling into each other.