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[Hello! Sorry for the late update again, writers block is still my best friend and it won't leave sadly, but I'm getting through. Also, sorry that this chapter is a bit uneventful, but I assure you that these following chapters are gonna be real fun ;) Anyways, hope you enjoy!]

Connor closed the book he had in hand once he saw the light of the sun start to peek in.

He looked over at the window and managed to see the dark sky turn a soft light blue and making its way to become a delicate violet soon.

It was the early morning and Connor suspected that Y/N would be waking up soon. Last night, after some chatting, a movie and dinner, she left to her room pretty early, claiming that she had to "sleep". Connor let her, but he obviously knew that she'd stay up on her desk working on whatever invention she had planned next.

He would've joined her and observed how she created these things, but he feared that she wouldn't want him there, so instead, he wished her a goodnight and watched her head to her room.

He headed to his own room and stayed there for a bit. He knew she was still awake due to the small sounds coming from her room like a drop of a pencil, or the sound of papers shuffling. Other sounds included her hitting her knee against the table which made her curse out, which also resulted in Connor smiling briefly with amusement.

Connor heard those sounds until maybe three hours later and that's when he decided to check on her. Of course, she had passed out on the desk and was sleeping calmly. Connor smiled at the sight and decided to cover her up, her room was usually cold at night. He grabbed a light blanket and covered her. Connor also delicately slid a small pillow underneath her head so she would be a bit more comfortable.

Connor decided to make her something. Before she had gone to bed, they had talked about certain things she liked. Food, hobbies etc. Y/N would gush about how she loved making new things and such, which Connor found intriguing. She promised him that she'd help him find some hobbies and stuff that would interest him, which excited Connor a tad bit.

But, Y/N had told Connor what her favourite hot drink when they had touched on the subject of food. Connor had listed everything she liked, especially food. He listened to every word she had to say and smiled every time she would get excited over something.

He didn't want to outright make her breakfast, Y/N had expressed how she found it "unfair" to have Connor cook all the time. But, really, he didn't quite mind. So, instead, he made her favourite hot drink. That way he could make something for her but not overdo it.

So, he decided to make her, her favourite hot drink. He looked through countless of recipes, setting aside any that looked a bit suspicious or unsafe, or unappealing. He went through the highly reviewed and more. Connor finally found a good one and with that in mind, he stood up to prepare it only to notice that he had spent too much time looking through recipes.

With a flash, Connor quickly walked over to the kitchen and started working on it. Making the drink itself wasn't time consuming, really, he has wasted most of his time searching for a perfect recipe.

A recipe that would make Y/N smile at the taste of it, or let that familiar 'hum' of satisfaction escape her lips when she drank it. He had to make it perfect. He couldn't make any mistakes.

He hurried with the process but did it cautiously. Making sure he didn't mess up any steps.

Once he was done, he checked the time. It was around seven, going to eight. He didn't want to wake her up so soon, especially since she'd stay up late.

He tapped his fingers against the mug as he waited a couple of minutes. The hot drink was cooling down anyways, so he took that into consideration. He had to wait the precise time for the hot drink to be drank without it being too hot or too cold. Once the best temperature was reached, Connor scooped it up with his hand and then made his way to Y/N's room.