[Mitsuru pretty much gave up on sleep, spending the bulk of the night scrolling through various websites on his phone, too tired to do any proper reading but not able to settle enough for any proper sleep. He eventually drifts into a doze, still waking up entirely too early to-
Does he smell cake?
He's still wiping the sleep from his eyes as he ventures outside, blinking slowly at the scene before him. Boa, who obviously let himself in, and... a cake. A cake that couldn't possibly be intended for anyone else.
Between the weariness and the surprise, it's a long while before his brain manages to sputter back into order enough to remember how words work.]
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Does he smell cake?
He's still wiping the sleep from his eyes as he ventures outside, blinking slowly at the scene before him. Boa, who obviously let himself in, and... a cake. A cake that couldn't possibly be intended for anyone else.
Between the weariness and the surprise, it's a long while before his brain manages to sputter back into order enough to remember how words work.]
This is...?