The morning was cold—first day of college cold.
Sanji dragged himself down the stairs toward the kitchen, eyes half-open, looking exactly like someone who spent the whole night awake. His dad was already cooking breakfast, the smell filling the room.
"Morning," Sanji muttered as he dropped into a chair at the dining table.
His dad took one look at Sanji's face and sighed.
"You know, you're destroying your system staying up like that."
Sanji glared at him with his zombified expression.
"Old man, I told you I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
"I'm not worried about you," his dad said, flipping an egg. "It'd be stupid to worry about someone who can take care of himself. I just don't want a corpse lying in my kitchen."
Sanji groaned, grabbed the cup of coffee on the table, and took a long sip.
He snatched a piece of toast and headed back upstairs to get ready for school.