Morning final came as the light from the sun shine through the window, igniting the room up with soft light.

Satoru groaned as he slowly woke up, stretching his stiff limbs. Sleeping on the futon wasn’t exactly the most comfortable experience, and after last night’s unexpected visitor, he had barely gotten proper rest.

With a yawn, he sat up—only to freeze.

Why he freeze?

Because of the sizzling oil sound pair with the smell of sunrise up eggs and the rich miso soup comming from his small kitchenette.

And ofc standing at the stove was Hinata who's casually cooking breakfast.

For a moment, Satoru just stared. A girl cooking? In his kitchen? This felt like a dream that any otaku would dream of.

Well atlest that the dream Satoru dream of.

After some moment of watch he finally asked “…What are you doing?”

Hearing the question, Hinata didn’t even look at him as she answer it while putting the eggs on the the plate. “Cooking. What does it look like?”

“Since when do runaway high schoolers cook breakfast for random office workers?” Satoru as again, rubbing his eyes like he still think it just a bad hallucinations due to the bad dream last night.

Scoff at his question, she said flatl out “Since I decided to—” but she stop... Why she stop?

“—If you don’t want to eat then just say so.”

Satoru blinked at the words as he think to himself. "Well— someone’s cranky in the morning" Though he doesn't mind it much.

Stand up and walked over, Satoru peek at the table to see a simple Japanese breakfast—rice, miso soup, eggs, grilled fish pair with a dish of vegetables and some beans.

It actually looked good...

“…Didn’t take you for the cooking type,” he admitted.

Hinata huffed at it glazing away as she mumble. “It’s just basic stuff. Anyone can do it.”

Hearing that Satoru let our a smirk. “Oh? Then why does my cooking taste like instant regret?”

“That’s because you suck,” she said without hesitation.

Satoru placed a hand over his chest, pretending to be wounded. “Ouch. Not even trying to be nice about it, huh?”

Hinata smirked slightly. “why should i?”

Chuckle at Hinata words and despite her usual bluntness, Satoru could tell she was… different a bit from last night.

A little more relaxed maybe? Is cooking was her way of saying thanks without actually saying it?

Who know, surretent not Satoru as he sat down at the small table while Hinata placed a plates in front of him.

“You’re really not gonna say, ‘Go ahead and eat’?”

Crossed her arms, Hinata glare at him before said. “Eat or Fast.”

Shaking his head  “Yep— That’s about what I expected.” he said as he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. And to his surprise, it tasted really good.

“Damn,” he muttered. “This is actually way better than I thought it’d be.”

“It because you been of convince store food you oaf.”

With that finally comment, Hinata sit down and eat.

As they continued eating, Satoru couldn’t help but think—For someone who crashed at his place out of nowhere, she sure knows how to make herself at home.