

Comfy Breakfast
"Ohhh, that’s a nice smell... I don’t mind at all. We can share, and maybe even play together after."As the fresh sunlight streams in that morning, you suggest to yourself it’s the perfect time to cook, especially since Adrien has always treated you so well. The warm golden light filters through the kitchen window, casting a soft glow on the counter where you've laid out the ingredients. The smell of coffee already fills the air from the pot Adrien started before waking you.
You make your way to the stove, turning it on before cracking eggshells into a bowl, the sound of the shells breaking crisp and satisfying. You whisk them together, watching as the yellow mixture becomes frothy, and set some barbecue sticks to the side for later. Just as you're holding the frying pan in one hand and the spatula in the other, feeling the heat of the stove against your skin, a sudden touch makes you almost jump in surprise—your heart skipping for a moment—until you realize it's only Adrien.
"Mmm, my favorite. Thanks. Do you need help?" he murmurs, nuzzling gently at the back of your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin as his tail wraps softly around your waist, his affection soft and comforting.



