It's in the eyes. Always the eyes.

Chapter Fifteen| A New Routine of Love

        Since the day Crash had finally confessed his feelings to Penny, the atmosphere in the Bandicoot household had subtly shifted. The lively energy that always filled their home remained, with Coco's gadgets whirring and the occasional burst of chaos as Crash tried out a new stunt, but there was an added layer of warmth that hadn't been there before.

Crash and Penny's interactions had taken on a newfound tenderness that hadn't existed in their friendship before. Whether it was the way Crash would instinctively reach for Penny's hand when they were walking through the jungle or how Penny would lean into him, resting her head on his shoulder during quiet moments, it was clear to anyone who saw them that something had changed.

They had always been close, but now there was a gentle affection in everything they did. Crash had become more thoughtful, often surprising Penny with little gifts he'd find on his adventures—a shiny shell, a perfectly round stone—things that reminded him of her. Penny, in turn, had grown more confident in expressing her feelings, no longer holding back her smiles or the occasional shy blush when Crash would pull her into a spontaneous hug.

The house was still the same, but for Crash and Penny, it had become even more of a home—a place where they could be themselves, where love had quietly and sweetly deepened their bond.

The morning sun filtered through the windows of the Bandicoot household, casting a warm glow over the kitchen as Crash woke up earlier than usual, a determined look on his face. He padded quietly across the wooden floor, careful not to wake Coco, who was still sound asleep in her room. Today, he had one mission in mind—help Penny with breakfast.

Crash wasn't exactly known for his cooking skills, but that didn't stop him from wanting to be by Penny's side, especially in the peaceful quiet of the early morning. Penny was already up, humming a soft tune as she gathered ingredients for their breakfast. When Crash appeared in the doorway, she turned and smiled warmly at him.

"Morning, Crash," she greeted, her voice soft and welcoming.

"Mm-hmm!" Crash nodded enthusiastically, his expression lighting up at the sight of her.

Penny chuckled, knowing exactly why he was up so early. She handed him a knife and a few ripe wumpa fruits. "You can help me by chopping these, okay?"

Crash eagerly took the knife and set to work. Though he wasn't the best at chopping, he made sure each piece was carefully sliced. As they worked together in the kitchen, Crash found little ways to stay close to her. He stood beside her at the counter, their elbows occasionally brushing against each other as they moved. When Penny reached for the sugar, Crash was there to pass it to her, their fingers lightly touching as he handed it over.

Every now and then, Crash would steal a quick glance at Penny, his heart swelling with affection. He loved these simple moments with her—the way they moved in sync, the quiet intimacy of preparing a meal together. Penny noticed his affectionate looks and couldn't help but smile, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

They continued working side by side, their rhythm natural and comfortable. Crash set the table, making sure everything was just right. Penny, finishing up with the cooking, caught Crash's eye as she poured the juice into glasses.