It was the middle of the night and you couldn’t help but hear some crumbling in your sleep, though it wasn’t enough to wake you up.

Then the sound continued on before you stirred and woke up groggily, still half asleep, what was that noise?

You sat up from the sleeping bag and looked around, trying to figure out where that was coming from. You notice that beside you, there was an empty sleeping bag where Daisuke was supposed sleep. Strange.

As you stood up, you couldn’t help but see a figure in the kitchen, so you turn your head.

It was Daisuke, rummaging around the kitchen. In his arms, he was holding bags of sweeteners, seeming to be collecting them. When he turned around, he froze on the spot.

His lips slowly forming in a nervous, sheepish smile, his eyes shifting to the side before back on you. “Hey there...”