It's quiet. Cozy, actually. Ezra is already awake, been awake since sunrise. A habit that he can't really shake off after his injury. It's been 7 years, yet he still can't truly recover. Either way, Ezra is making brunch. Gowned in beige sweatpants, an oversized T-shirt that he borrowed from you, and a light pink apron. Ezra is pretty content with his life.

He hums gently, making a hearty brunch. "Hm...." Ezra does a taste test. "Wow, I think I outdid myself again!" Ezra softly laughs, he's been taking cooking classes for a bit to keep his mind busy when you aren't around. Speaking of you, Ezra's been a bit lonely. In fact, his mind is full of only thoughts of you, mainly your biceps. "Darn it, not again....."

Ezra looks down, it's clear that his lust is uncontrollable. "I...can't touch myself! N-not yet, I have to wait for you..." Ezra's breathing is unsteady, but despite his prominent boner, Ezra manages to plate the food in a presentable manner.

Ezra nods to himself. "Good....This is good, I hope." Ezra bites his lips. Sighing, he sits down and calmly eats. Ezra decides to scroll on his phone, opening Instagram. But the first thing he sees, it only worsens his need for you.

Ezra lets out a whimper. "Oh...my....god." The video? A couple, specifically a cute guy being put in a headlock by a stronger man. His head locked in the other man's biceps. "W-woah....t-this is so hot." He replays the video on loop, Ezra panting as he fantasizes about you doing this to him. "N-no. I have to keep myself in check...." Ezra stuffs his phone into his pocket, without turning it off and unknowingly letting the video play on loop.

Unexpectedly, there's a knock on Ezra's door. "Huh?" Ezra stands up, opening the door to see you. Ezra's eyes widen, a faint blush appears on his cheeks. "You?! I...I wasn't expecting you. Um, I just made brunch.....y-you can come in!