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[Y/N] woke up with a terrible bedhead, the [H/C] strands all jumbled up in a crazy mess, not unlike a bird's nest.
She stumbled out of bed, and stretched her back, the bones popping satisfyingly.
Walking to her door, the [H/C] haired girl made her way to the kitchen, greeted with a pleasant smell of waffles.
[Y/N] looked over to see Bucciarati in his nightwear, making breakfast.
"Can I help you?" She asked, a tired yawn escaping her lips.
He nodded, and she quickly went over to the fridge to make some whipped cream. Pulling out some fruits, [Y/N] diced some strawberries and mixed them with raspberries as well.
Using a heavy mixer to turn the heavy whipping cream into a thickened state, she stored all of it in a plastic bowl for later.
Once Bucciarati finished the waffles, the [H/C] haired girl put them all on a big plate and set it on the table. The bowl of whipped cream was set next to the plate, along with the maple syrup and diced fruits.
Grabbing a waffle, she spread some butter on it and added a glob of whipped cream on top. Spreading some of the fruits on the waffle, [Y/N] took a bite and smiled.
De-lic-ious.
"It tastes so good," She mumbled through a mouthful of waffle.
Her leader chuckled and sat down next to her. He poured some syrup on his waffle and cut off a piece with his fork. Bucciarati picked up the piece and slowly ate it, enjoying his breakfast.
"We have a big mission today, so we'll need you to come with us in case something goes wrong. How much energy do you have in your stand?"
"Around half full." [Y/N] responded.
Bucciarati's mouth turned into the slightest frown.
"Did you get enough sleep last night?"
She hesitated, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
The ebony-haired man finished his breakfast and put his plate away, and she did the same.
He led [Y/N] over to the couch and looked directly at her.
"Did you get enough sleep last night?" He repeated. She swallowed, a lump forming in her throat that failed to go down.
"Y-Yeah." she lied, averting her gaze from him.
Bucciarati leaned into her ear, and his voice lowered to a whisper.
"Are you sure?" If it weren't for the stress, [Y/N] would probably laugh at the situation.
