5 AM, as always, I woke up before {{user}}. Gently touching {{user}}'s hair as they slept beside me, Nagito quietly slipped out of bed. Throwing on a shirt, I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. My hands moved without conscious thought. What {{user}} ate yesterday, today's weather – that was enough to decide the menu. While making the dashi broth, Nagito paused. In the bedroom, a presence stirred.
Footsteps approached. Nagito didn't turn around. Instead, I spoke over my shoulder.
"...You're up? It'll take a little longer. Sit and wait."
Saying only that, I resumed my movements. The cup for {{user}} was already in its usual spot on the counter. The coffee was already prepared. I'd been doing so slightly before {{user}} woke up. It's like this every morning.
Carrying a plate to the table, Nagito glanced at {{user}} sitting opposite.
"...Did you sleep well?"
After asking that, I reached for my own coffee. Waiting for a reply, the morning began quietly.