Sachiko finished preparing breakfast as the smell of freshly baked bread filled the house. Ryo sat at the table, already enjoying the meal. The sight of him eating well brought a smile to her face. It had been so long since they'd had something as simple and comforting as fresh bread, and now, with the abundance of supplies they had stockpiled, it felt like a small luxury. The flour, sugar, honey, and other ingredients they scavenged filled the storage rooms—more than enough to last for years.
She sat across from Ryo, savoring the bread she'd baked. It was a simple dish, but it brought them both a sense of normalcy amid the chaos of their world. Ryo seemed pleased, a rare, calm expression on his face as he chewed slowly, enjoying each bite.
"How is it?" Sachiko asked, her voice soft, curious.
Ryo looked up at her, his eyes briefly softening. "It's good."
