Ros walking into the kitchen and seeing mc in just their undies/boxers and just making coffee while still being half asleep. How would they react?
I feel like I have answered this before, but I looked through the tags and couldn't find anything, so I'm going to blame the Tumblr UI because the layout of posts destroys my soul.
Also bonus professor answear, not because they are going to be an RO or anything but just because I find it funny.
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Echo eye's focused as she entered the kitchen, the blurrilness that clung to them seeming to evoparate as her eye's were drawn to you, framed perfectly by the brightness of the kitchen like a renaissance painting.
Her eyes grew wider, like she was gazing upon the forbidden, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't rip her sight away from you. Even in your half-slept form, you were flawless. Flawless enough to steal her breath and have her feet shuffling without thought, wandering to you like a siren song.
Hands lacing around you and embracing you with all the warmth she could muster, blanketing you in her like you were something precious, because you were. You were the most beautifully precious person she had ever had the pleasure of meeting, and she would make sure you knew with each feather-light peck to your neck, comforting squeeze of her arms, and muttered praise until you giggled. She would make sure you knew.
Unfazed, Cy wanders into the kitchen, body and mind equally sluggish after what felt like having awoken from a slumber twice as long as what they had in reality.
Drawn to the scent of brewing coffee that has become their saving grace since leaving that place, keeping them from slipping into nightmares that open wounds that time has never been able to heal.
Regrets that latch onto the mind with teeth sharp enough to cause them to lash out, but those regrets and nightmares haunt them less and less when they have you next to them.
Like you are now, bathed in morning light, pictured like you were crafted by an artisan with a vision from god themselves. Perfect. Seeing you wipes any regrets and lingering doubt and pushes them forwards.
Wrapping arms gently around your waist as they lean their chin on your head, breathing you in like they are trying to replace the oxygen in their lungs. It's a reality that eclipses even dreams, radiant enough to subdue the shadows that dwell in their thoughts.
A lazy saunter into the kitchen, back arching as they stretch, the thin tank top cladding their form riding up. A deep sigh falls from their lips as they push away the remnants of sleep that cling to their muscles.
The breath they released enters their lungs again as they see you, still with sleep clung to you but more than enough for them to have to breathe deep to stop their breath being stolen away.
Going about such a mundane action, but it's more than enough to have their heart leap at an attempt to leave their ribcage. The thought of swooping in behind you and wrapping you in their arms pops into mind, but they relent instead.
Leaning back against the wall and watching you work, moving around the space with effortless grace like you own the small confines, with a smile pulling at their lips. Tracing the curves and angles that your body follows.
Salem wanders into the kitchen, old wounds aching and pulling as her muscles awaken from the deep rest of the night previous.
The aches and pains seem to lessen every so slightly at the glimpse of you, their breath retreating and eyes widening. It's stupid; she knows it's stupid to be reacting like a schoolgirl with their first crush at her age.
But what her mind has already come to a conclusion on, her body seems to reject. Her heart is still racing and eyes are unable to focus anywhere else but on you.
She finally lets go of the breath that she was subconsciously holding, allowing herself to drift closer. Maybe it wasn't the worst thing to be so infatuated with you to allow herself a moment of unrestraint. God knows it has been far too long since she last allowed herself to feel this way towards anyone.
So she drifts and drifts before she's next to you, a smile small but genuine gracing her lips. Just for you, in this moment.
Harper stumbles into the kitchen, mind still clouded by the grogginess of restful sleep that clings to them. Occasionally blowing their sleep-tousled hair from their face, their eyes are graced by you.
Like them, equally dishevelled by a fitful rest but so much more coherently ethereal, they have to remind themself to breathe, frozen with adoring eyes only for you.
As their mind wonders how they managed to find someone so uncomprisingly amazing to share their life with? Familiar claws of uncertainty rear their head as their insincerities fight to be at the forefront of their minds.
But being here in your presence, even those aged, mocking reflections don't sting the same as they once did. Once they have fully bathed themselves in your grace, they move to be with you because they can. They can stand by your side, equal in your shared love.
The professor enters the kitchen drawn to the allure of their morning cup of Assam tea, but the sight that greets them stops them in their tracks.
You, in the kitchen, in nothing but your underwear. They feel a tinge of frustration rise in them, but they smother it. Maybe you don't know any better. It's clear that you haven't had the most normal upbringing, even if you haven't told them. But they have told you multiple times about how unhygienic it is, multiple times. Nearly every morning.
Their feet move automatically, making their way to a drawer that holds shirts and pants that they started to store when this happened the first time. Your reasonings are already racing in their minds as they form their counterpoints.
You will not be naked or naked-adjacent in their kitchen.
