Chapter 13

“You know Kuro, you could always, y’know, cook your own breakfast if you don’t like oatmeal.”

“What did you put in it?”

“Bananas and frozen strawberries. Even a junk food connoisseur like you can stomach it, I promise.”

I fumbled for my clothes. Unable to find my everyday underwear, I pulled on my shirt and my shorts from yesterday. He pushed a bowl towards me, smiling. When I looked into the bowl, I found that the bananas were arranged in a smiley face. They floated above the mushy brown mess, too light to sink.

“This is ridiculously adorable.”

He chuckled, sitting beside me. On the counter he spread out the Sunday edition of the Pioneer Press. He always read the comic section first. He loved Garfield, Doonesbury,and For Better or Worse.

“Do we have coffee?” I asked, nudging him gently with my elbow.

His fingers laced through mine. “We’ve got a mocha-milk thingy in the fridge.”

“Ooh. Fancy.”

“Don’t tease me. I just don’t like hot coffee. Iced coffee is where it’s at.”