MARGAUX
I awoke to the smell of fresh from the pan ham and egg. To add my favorite chocolate drink was also added to the mix.
Groggily getting myself off the bed, I squinted at Shiro. The tray containing the meal that had my stomach grumbling was in his hands.
He caught my gaze, smiling as he crossed the small distance of the door to the edge of my bed. He carefully put the tray on my lap, clapping his hands while I took the time to sniff the enticing aroma, teasing my senses and my hungry stomach.
"What's the occasion, Shiro? Is it your birthday?" I eyed him, narrowing my gaze. He laughed at my query.
"No. I stopped celebrating and counting a long time ago." He chuckled. "I just felt like it."
Tentatively grabbing the fork and taking a bite from the scrambled egg, I groaned in pleasure. He had added cheese to it, making the flavor burst in my mouth.
"Ugh, I hate you, Shiro. Marry me."
"Would you?" It was my turn to chuckle.
