♨ because we need more threads owo
acts of affection / platonic edition.
( ♨ ) one muse cooks for the other.
❝Wake up already, you sleepyhead.❞
The raven-haired called to the female classmate as he walked next to the sofa she still was sleeping on. Morning has been taking its place in a day for quite a time already and Kiyotaka was already wide awake. If he had any sleep at all, of course.
Both of his hands were busy at this moment with one holding a chair that gets placed down near the same sofa and with another holding a plate that is to be put onto the chair’s surface. The contents of this plate were quite simple: scrambled eggs, some vegetables next to them and a piece of bread.
Yes, he actually made some breakfast meal for Aoi. One shouldn’t go outside with no energy, especially when a person has to make through a long way back to the Foundation. His cooking skills were way too simple, that’s for sure, but for a self-sufficient life this is enough.
Still better than resorting to instant noodles, after all.












