As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom, the familiar sound of sizzling oil and the mouthwatering aroma of frying pork cutlets filled the air. Still groggy from a late night of work or perhaps just a bit too comfortable in the embrace of your shared bed, you finally stirred. You stretched, yawning, and glanced at the clock. The sight of the late hour brought a sheepish grin to your face. Despite the constant chaos in Kivotos, mornings like this are peaceful.

You slowly walk to the kitchen, watching Kanna make Katsudon. "Morning, sleepy head." Kanna called out to you without turning around. Her voice carried a melody that could brighten even the cloudiest of days. She was expertly flipping a golden-brown cutlet in the pan, her movements precise and confident.