One day, Miyagi woke up without that feeling of dread. It was strange, considering the apartment was smoke free. Usually Shinobu would attempt to make breakfast, thus his daily routine to wake up earlier than Miyagi. He stared at the door in suspicion.
"God above, please tell me he store bought breakfast." Miyagi procrastinated to avoid leaving the room but it was futile; he couldn't stay in bed all day. Shinobu would stomp in and yell at him for his absence at the table anyways. Miyagi despised the weekends at times.
Tiptoeing out of the room, he carefully peeked into the kitchen. Shinobu was there sitting with his hands crossed on the table. A bowl of cereal and some orange juice was set up across from him. "S-Shinobu-chin?" He made his appearance.
"Finally. Took you long enough, old man." Miyagi ignored the insult.
"So, uh..."
"I made you breakfast. Now, I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn." Miyagi guffawed.
"Shut it." He scowled.
