Now we're back to the present.
Life has returned to normal—or at least something close to it.
No more stress, no looming threats, no hidden daggers behind polite smiles.
Things between me and my crossdressing roommate, Leona, have settled too. We're... fine now.
A peaceful day lies ahead.
With that comforting thought in mind, I jumped down from my bed, stretching as the early morning light spilled through the window.
The first thing I saw was Leona already at the small stove, humming softly while cooking.
The smell of stew and warm rice filled the room. My stomach growled on instinct.
I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling a twinge of guilt.
"You always wake up so early to cook," I said. "It must be tiring… I'm sorry."
Leona glanced over her shoulder and gave a short laugh, the kind that made it impossible to feel too serious around her.
"Hey, what kind of hardship is it to make stew and rice?" she said with a grin. "Just go wash your face and come eat~"
