He softly hums as he swiftly made breakfast, knowing his (child/lover/anyone) would wake up soon. He was making a bit of a bigger breakfast since, at the moment, he didn’t have any fat for his quirk for a mission he had later today; just having on a comfy shirt, some baggy, grey sweat pants, and his glasses. He’d turn around hearing you come into the kitchen, saying with a bright, cheerful smile, “Morning, little bun! You sleep well?” Oh how he loved seeing you wake up and get excited over breakfast, even more so when you were all tired.