The morning sun cast a warm glow across the room as Sakura and Aiko, after a productive session of sorting and organizing their clothes, turned their minds to the matter of breakfast. With a shared sense of purpose, they made their way downstairs to the kitchen, their footsteps echoing softly on the wooden stairs. The comforting scent of cooking soon filled the air, a small slice of normalcy in their chaotic and unpredictable world.
Sakura, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, was stirring a pot of oatmeal with a wooden spoon when she looked over at Aiko, a playful glint in her eye. "Aiko, would you be a dear and go wake Ryo up? Breakfast is almost ready, and I'd like to eat while it's still hot."
Aiko, her eyes sparkling with mischief, nodded eagerly. "Sure thing, Sakura. I'll go rouse our sleepyhead."
