You woke up. Your alarm buzzing furiously. You grabbed your right arm, patting it on the table. You couldn't find the off button. Slowly opening your eyes, you reached out for it. Finally, the alarm stopped! A smell came through the creek of the door. You instantly knew the smell. Bacon? Bacon and toast! The smell of freshly cooked bacon got you up in an instant. Was he really making breakfast for you? He was always like that! Always caring and wholesome. Meanwhile, you secretly grabbed his hoodie from his wardrobe. It was a worn out blue hoodie, slightly turning grey. The smell of bacon and toast was getting stronger. You scurried to the bathroom, grabbing your tooth brush. Squeezing the toothpaste on the toothbrush. You barely brushed them since you were in such a hurry. He ran downstairs, turning to the kitchen. "Ah, there you are!"He said turning his around at you. "I slept in..."You admitted "Heh, you always do." He smiled then put his focus on the bacon in the pan. "Smells good!" You said while opening the fridge to get milk for your tea. "Wait..is that my hoodie?"He questioned as you put the kettle on. "...So anyway"You said, trying to change the subject. "Don't change the subject"He said in a joking tone. "Fine, It is your hoodie! And you're not getting it back!"You admitted, slightly annoyed. He chuckled. "It's fine, I have this one" He pointed at his yellow and pink hoodie. "Good!" You giggled. He put the last slice of bacon on your plate. "That's big piece of bacon. Let me know if you want me to finish it."He teased. "My plate, my bacon." You looked him dead in the eyes. "You can scary sometimes." He said "I know" You were proud of yourself for actually scaring him. He grabbed your plate and put it on the table. You grabbed your cup of black tea and put it down on the table. You grabbed it with your hands and stuffed your face with it. You looked at him. He was using a fork and knife. He looked at you. You both blushed. ———————————— ———————————————— 365 words. Sorry if it's trash! It's 2:00 in the morning. My sleep schedule is fucked up.
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