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[color=gray]April 20th, 2019 | 8:15AM[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr][/center]

It was on dreary, rainy days that Kazuki wanted nothing more than to sleep in, but he was old enough to know better. He had been up before his alarm rang for 6:15AM, flicking the digital clock off so that it didn’t ring and wake his father up. His mind was still fuzzy, and his muscles were sore from the hellzone that was doing drop sets, but that was nothing a glass of cold milk couldn’t fix. Shrugging on a jacket and slipping on his fuzzy slippers, the brunette began cooking. Rice, instant miso, fried eggs, microwaved mackerel, and salad greens. There wasn’t much variation when it came to breakfast with the Magases, but it looked nice at least.

Not Instagram-worthy, but fuel was fuel, and his mom ate fast enough that it didn’t matter anyways. For her eating habits, Kazuki made sure that the miso and mackerel were lukewarm, and she guzzled it down like it was a competition. Unlike Kazuki, Ayumu Magase [i]did[/i] have a habit of sleeping as long as she could. It wasn’t a normal morning if she wasn’t rushing to get to work on time, after all. A quick word of thanks, a quick word of farewell, and she was off, still skipping on one foot as she tried jamming her shoe onto the other. Kazuki held onto her lunch and her purse patiently, and approximately seven seconds later, his mom burst back into the suite, an awkward grin on her face as she took what she forgot, pecked Kazuki on the cheek, and booked it the hell out again.

He washed his face later; her kiss smelled of miso and fish.

His father was still asleep by the time Kazuki had finished eating and was ready to go. No reason him to wake up this early, not when the drama he followed didn’t start till 11AM. Kazuki had poked his head in the bedroom a couple of times, just to see if the man had woken up or not, but without any indication of consciousness, the youth cooked some extra meat, put everything on the stovetop, and decided that his father would probably be eating brunch instead.

Rain still waterfalled from the rafters when Kazuki left for school, dressed in his middle school raincoat. Another morning, another day. He yawned, pulled his plastic hood lower over his face, and marched off towards school.

He had forgotten his rain boots, of course, but there was no helping that.