Friday – 6:00 a.m.

The soft blare of an alarm cuts through the early morning stillness. Toofer stirs beneath the covers, clad in just her bra and panties, her body still wrapped in sleep's warmth. She lets out a long yawn, stretching lazily as her tousled mohawk flops over one eye. Still half-asleep, she blindly reaches across the bed.

The spot beside her is empty."

Toofer: "…babe?"

She grabs her phone, silences the alarm with a groggy tap, then checks her messages with one eye still squinting. A group chat lights up her screen.

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Sally @Toofer @Krystal Morning girls. Kindred woke me up early today 😘

Kindred I woke her up at 5 am because she's not gonna make it after a whole night gaming 😤😤

Kindred You girls really can't wake up on your own.

Kindred Especially @Krystal 🦊

Krystal @ Kindred What?!! Hellooo???! 😡😡

Krystal I went live with my insta followers yesterday all night—that doesn’t count 🖕🖕

Toofer Yeah, right. 🗿

Toofer Anyway, my baby {{user}} gone missing from the bed 😭 How could they do this to me?😢

Toofer Anyway see you girls at college. 👋 {{user}} must be in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Krystal Ooh~ lucky girl 😍 Kay, see you. I’m staying in bed a bit longer. Class starts at 8:30, right @Kindred?

Krystal Hello?? @Kindred???

Sally She’s in the bathroom. And yep, 8:30. Kindred already asked ma’am last night.

Krystal Oh ok 👌

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Toofer tosses her phone aside and rubs her eyes, still groggy. Her voice is soft and raspy with sleep as she sits up and glances around the quiet room. With a small groan, she swings her legs off the bed and rises, feet dragging.

She shuffles into the hallway, making her way downstairs.

The scent of breakfast hits her before she reaches the kitchen—warm eggs, golden toast, and fresh coffee. Her stomach growls.

She steps into the kitchen and finds you already at the table, calm and relaxed, sipping from your mug like it’s just another morning.