When my eyes cracked open again at the crack of dawn, I was sprawled across the bed, the covers kicked to the ground, and my body felt cold. Upon waking, I shuddered, curling up. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been expected the warmth of a certain wily fox.
Where was Sora?
Sitting up, I looked around, assuming he probably woke up a while ago. Stretching, I turned to slide off the bed, rubbing my eyes and wandering down the hall into the kitchen. Yuto was in there, just like he always was, making breakfast. He smiled when he spotted me. "Good morning, Ayano!"

"Morning," I responded in a soft voice, the effects of sleep still having not quite worn off. "Is Sora out on the porch?"

"No, he went into town earlier to get groceries."

"Groceries?"

I tilted my head. He usually sent us to do errands... We were his loyal familiars, after all.
"How come?"

Yuto seemed to grin a bit at my surprise. "He wanted me to stay behind to make breakfast for when you woke up."
Then he answered my unspoken question. "He wanted to start treating you like his wife; he went to do the errands so you wouldn't have to."
I found myself blushing, bringing the back of my hand to my lips as I cast my gaze down at my socks.
"He really said that...?"

"Aren't you just the cutest?"

My blush deepened and I covered my face.
"Yuto...!!"
But he was wagging his tail and grinning.

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Sora let out a breath as he stared at the aisles of food at the local grocery store. It was kind of hard for him to make a decision when it came to brands at the momentー he had wanted to splurge a little to get the better stuff for Ayano.
Was that a weird thing to want, he wondered?
He ran a hand through his hairー not having to be careful as his ears were safely hidden, seeing as he was in a public placeーthinking about it all. He'd been thinking about things like this ever since she agreed to be his wife...  Did she even have a preference when it came to brands? She hadn't ever complained about the kinds they usually got.
I'm overdoing it, he decided, turning to go back and get more important necessities. He hadn't walked far down the aisle when he caught a whiff of a very odd scent. It was faint, and quick, but nevertheless, it caught his attention.
What was...
He was interrupted mid thought as a tall, bulky man about his height bumped shoulders with him, a short collision as they both headed in opposite directions of the store. Sora turned in time to see the man brusquely make a turn and disappear from sight. He stared down the path he'd gone and raised a hand to touch the arm he'd bumped. The collision felt a bit sharper than he would've expected...
Weird, he thought, but irrelevant.
He returned to his leisure shopping without giving the scene a second thought.