After slamming her alarm clock (without breaking it), Shou headed down the staircase to the kitchen. She didn't wear her wig though, because no one would wake at 4:30 for no good reason. Well, Shou had one: making breakfast.

Who makes breakfast at 4:30, you ask?

She does.

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Kuga didn't want to move.

Midorikawa's arms were linked around his waist; his breath hot on his neck. He had agreed to 'sleep' with them. Well, he was just literally lying there on the futon, enjoying the silent company of Midorikawa and the others.

Faint footsteps echoed in the corridor outside. A burglar...? No way, it's already dawn. Then who is it?

Despite not wanting to leave Midorikawa's warm hug (he had to admit that felt good, but he didn't know why), he slipped out of his grasp and headed towards the door.

He popped his head outside. A hooded figure was making down the corridor. Shou-senpai...?

Kuga hummed to catch the person's attention, but soft enough not to wake the others up.

The person turned around and faced him, but it was still too dark to see their face.

'Shou-senpai?'

'Kuga?'

Kuga sighed (in relief, or of his own stupidness to doubt people, he didn't know). 'Why are you awake at 4 something in the morning?'

'Making breakfast.'

'Would you mind if I said that I wanted to help? As thanks for cooking us dinner and letting us stay the night.'

'Really? I don't mind. In fact, thanks. But you gotta wait a moment, I have to get something from my room. You can get to the kitchen first.'

'Ok.'

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Shou hurried up the stairs again to get her wig. That was close. As soon as she was done, she went back down, finding Kuga in the same place.

'Kuga? What are you standing here for?'

Kuga made a duck face (though Shou couldn't see it). 'I got lost.'

Shou almost gave an amused grin.

Almost.

'Follow me.'

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Apparently, Kuga was a total klutz at cooking. He managed to (accidentally) break two dishes, burn half of the sausages (an 'admirable' feat, Shou thought), and pour the milk all over the floor (that took a long time to clean up).

By the time they were finished, it was already almost 7. It was a miracle that no one was woken up by all that noise.

'Shou-senpai, I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble. Seems like I couldn't help you in any way.'

'It's fine,' she waved her hand in his face, 'it was amusing to watch how a person can actually manage to break two dishes in a row.'

Kuga gave his duck face again while scratching the back of his head. 'Hehe...'

'Time to wake them up.'

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Originally, the futons were set up for the guests in this way: from left to right, Osamu, Chika, and Yuzuru were in the upper row. The lower row was Midorikawa, Kuga and Inukai.

But now, they were all messed up.

Osamu was hugging Chika in an overprotective way. Extreme tension lingered in the gap between Chika and Yuzuru. It was amazing how tension could exist when they were both sleeping. Inukai was grabbing at Osamu's legs, with the latter trying to escape his grip. Midorikawa was hugging Kuga's pillow (presumed that he thought that the pillow was Kuga instead).

It was to Shou, well, something like, a cute scene.

Oh my. Shou took out her phone and took a photo, sending it to Kuga and Yuzuru only with the words 'don't send it out' and 'oh my' respectively.

She pulled the curtains.