Morning Mischief and the Wrath of a Bun-Eating Artist
The dining table was filled with the scent of fresh breakfast—crispy toast, sizzling bacon, warm miso soup, and soft, steamy buns. In the midst of this morning tranquility sat Eriri Spencer Sawamura, blonde twin tails slightly frazzled, puffing her cheeks like an indignant squirrel.
While chewing on a bun, she glared daggers at Yukima Azuma, who sat across from her looking far too innocent for soone so guilty.
"What’s wrong?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, lips curling into a soft, clueless smile.
(=w=)
Eriri scowled harder, puffing out her cheeks even more.
"Who wakes up a girl like that!?"
Yukima blinked and gave a casual shrug, clearly unrepentant.
"You didn’t ask not to be woken up like that."
Eriri’s soft canine tooth peeked out as she grit her teeth, her fair cheeks turning pink. Her voice lowered to a growl.
"Can’t you use a more normal way to wake up?! Like a—like a—"
Her thoughts raced.
Like a morning kiss...!
She didn’t say it aloud—absolutely not. But her heart hamred as she imagined the scene. It wasn’t like they hadn’t kissed before. At this point, weren’t they technically more than friends?
Still, Azuma’s next words threw cold water all over that idea.
"A little morning exercise is good for the body. But you were going to be late. I had no choice."
Eriri froze.
(°°)???
"Exercise... what?"
It took her a second. Then it clicked.
Her face erupted in red.
"W-WHO SAID THAT KIND OF THING?! You Baka, Aho, HENTAI!!"
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