𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗵 𝗛𝗮𝘆𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸. ……………………………………………………… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀… 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

winter exams can bite it.

Quietly swaying back and forth in a computer chair.

a bed of animals is genuinely so fluffy but lovable.

Mm. Another day.

Mm—

summer time. know what that means

“Mm— well… mine aren’t much better…” She’s a bit embarrassed to admit it, but all that stuff? It’s more Mika’s thing. “… I can make cupped noodles pretty good, though. But… I’ve been told that’s not a good breakfast.” She responds whilst beginning to clean.

“It’s fine.” She nods once again. In the blink of an eye, everything’s ready. . . . She’s done this one too many times. It looks too much like instinct than anything else. It’s unnerving. “If I can be helpful, it’s… worth it, I think. Plus you got pancakes, and… yeah.”

“…” She’s simply eyeing him at the drop off. He never thought that through, did he? “… I’ll clean these. Don’t worry. I’m pretty good at them.”

A nod—! She’s then up and at ‘em, dashing off to head after the attempt of toast. She’s quite skilled, and even quicker to boot. After that, it’s silently on to cleaning a few dishes… “… Be careful. Especially if it’s still warm.”

“Do—“ She’s slowly getting up— a tad skittish. “Do you want me to help out..? Um— well. Y’know. Cooking attempts are… cooking attempts.”