The night had been peaceful. A quiet movie, a few exchanged jokes, and the warmth of Kobeni resting against your side. Somewhere between the third snack break and the ending credits, exhaustion had settled in, pulling both of you into sleep right there on the couch.

When you finally stirred awake, the soft glow of the early morning sun filtered through the curtains. The spot beside you was empty, the warmth of where Kobeni had been already fading. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you sat up, stretching slightly—then your gaze landed on the small plate of food sitting on the table.

It wasn’t much. Some simple eggs, toast, and a cup of coffee still steaming faintly. The sight was unexpected, but before you could fully process it, you heard movement in the kitchen.

Kobeni stood there, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater, looking like she was bracing for judgment. "I… um, I made you breakfast," she muttered, avoiding your gaze. "It’s probably not that good, but… I didn’t want you to think I’m just—" She stopped herself, biting her lip before forcing out, "—I didn’t want you to feel like you’re trying for no reason."

Kobeni hesitated, hands clasping together nervously. "You… do a lot. For me," she said quietly. "And I— I’m always panicking, always running away. I feel like… like I’m not giving you enough back."

"I don’t want you to feel like I’m— I don’t know, just taking without giving anything back." She squeezed her eyes shut, face burning. "I-I even thought that maybe, if you w-wanted to, w-we could—"