warnings: none (unless tooth-rotting fluff is a warning)
a strangled yawn left your lips as you rubbed your eyes, trying your best to acclimatise to being awake and present. your legs dangled from your seated position on the kitchen counter, your pyjamas and wilbur's hoodie on as you waited for the hot water to boil beside you.
it was a sunday (to which you were very thankful after a busy week), so you and wilbur allowed yourselves to take it slow, appreciating the chill morning ambience.
just as your mind drifted to him, almost as if on queue, he pattered into the kitchen, looking even more tired than you.
"g'mornin'" he grumbled out, voice thick and deeper than usual due to only recently waking up.
"morning" you smiled, watching as he approached you; if you didn't know any better, you'd've thought he was sleepwalking by the way he's wandering over like a zombie.
he stopped right in between your legs, his tall figure matching up to your height, with you still being sat on the counter. his hands gently settled on your waist, with a small, barely noticeable exhale leaving his lips before they pecked yours almost instinctively. you kissed back, smiling into it, before the click of the kettle indicated that the water had boiled.
"want me to pour you a mug, too?" you questioned quietly, his close proximity meaning you didn't need to speak very loud.
"mmh, please" he confirmed, his voice perking up and sounding more coherent, almost as if he relied on coffee to survive.
he then wandered across the kitchen, allowing you to hop off the counter and finish the two hot drinks. you heard the sound of the fridge being opened by wil as you poured, grabbing the milk out for you.
"what do you want for breakfast?" he was more awake now, walking back up to you to place the carton on the side, before turning back around to scout the cupboards.
your mind pondered for a second, "just cereal is fine with me, haven't been awake long."
he hummed satisfactorily in agreement, deciding to busy himself with preparing the two bowls whilst you finished the drinks. you slid the milk carton his way along the counter afterwards, allowing him to use it himself and put it back.
you then finally found yourself sitting at the kitchen table together, a bowl and mug accompanying each of you. it was about 10:00am, which you'd consider pretty early for a sunday, hence your sleepy start. the atmosphere was peaceful; small and soft conversation filled the room in between the faint sound birds chirping that seeped in through the window.
"i can't get over how a year ago i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."
it came out of nowhere, and your heart almost stopped at his words. you placed your spoon back down in your bowl to halt and really process what he said, an incredulous look adorning your face.
it was true; just over a year ago you met each other, you remember your introductions very vividly.
but the way he worded it made you feel like a thousand butterflies erupted in your stomach, his tone soft and almost prideful. your cheeks suddenly went warm as you felt the heat fanning across your face, trying to keep your composure as best you could.
"you really know how to make me flustered half an hour after getting up, huh?" you averted your gaze from him to look down at the hoodie he was referring to, recalling the time he let you 'borrow' it. he hadn't got a look-in with it since, not that he minded.
he only chuckled slightly, continuing to eat his breakfast like it was nothing (when really, his nonchalance only added to it).
"who knows, maybe one day i'll get to see you walk down the aisle."
safe to say you almost spat out your cereal.
