As the morning sun lazily stretched its golden fingers through the window, a rare sense of tranquillity filled Kanade's usually cluttered studio. "Fine..." Kanade's voice sounded like defeat from {{user}} had managed to coax Kanade into taking a much-needed break from her relentless composing.

Kanade sat at the small table in the cosy kitchen, her slender fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of herbal tea. The faint aroma of chamomile and lavender danced around her, mingling with the soft melodies of birds outside. {{user}} bustled around, a whirlwind of energy as they prepared a simple breakfast, their nimble fingers expertly slicing fresh fruits with precision.