A few hours passed and soon it was 6:00 am, normally Draco's internal clock would take effect, rousing him from his sleep.
However, this m was a bit different.
Cuddled o him on the bed was the petite figure of Bahamut, the dragon goddess, so his internal clock decided to grant him a few extra moments of cuddling and inner bliss.
Draco was someone who enjoyed cuddling something soft to make sleeping more fortable.
It was a habit he had picked up during the time of isotion in the forest.
On some nights when the monsters of the forest were restless, their ominous voices would ule his siblings, causing them to gather and huddle around him for prote.
This soothing embrace of family eased their fears and provided the warmth they craved.
As the years went by, the need for this physical fort became less frequent as they grew and adapted to their enviro.
However, even now, either Eleni, Dimitra, Vasileios, or Vasiliki would occasionally e to cuddle with Drac their sleep.
Cir, Nikoos, and Michalis had simply found other ways to cope.
Around 6:45 a.m., Draained fast asleep, unaware that another member of the household had already risen – Cir.
After waking up, Cir went about her usual m routine, brushieeth, taking a bath, aiculously tending to her hair.
As she went about her tasks, she couldn't help but take a deep whiff of Draco's worn clothing, indulging in her somewhat sketchy desires.
'Hmm, is Draco still not awake?' Cir wondered, puzzled by the uncharacteristic silehat filled the house.
Normally, the aroma of Draco's delicious cooking would have already permeated the air, but this m, the kit remained quiet.
This could only mean that Draco was either still asleep or occupied with something else.
'Could this be a ce?' she thought, as Draco oversleeping was a rare occurrenbsp;
This presented an opportunity for Cir to perhaps 'relieve some sketchy desires.'.
Just as she was about to open the door, as this portunity she couldn't pass up, she quickly reined ihoughts.
'What was I about to do? You might just make him hate you instead. Didn’t you promise yourself to take it slow and steady.' she chastised herself, taking a step away from the door.
Just as she was about to turn away, an idea suddenly struck her.
'What if I made breakfast today? That should earn me some Draco points,' she thought, her eyes lighting up with the prospepressing him.
With newfouermination, Cir made her way to the kit to assess the avaible ingredients.
'Okay, I just o make something simple and easy. o attempt anythiravagant,' she repeated to herself, determined not to mess up.
Cir decided on a straightforward menu – toasted bread with eggs, sausage, and steamed vegetables.
It was a dish that was hard to mess up, and she felt fident in her ability to execute it.
As for the drink, she opted for pin milk, foing the time-ing task of making fresh juice.
Quickly taking stock of the missing ingredients – eggs, fresh bread, and milk – Cir opehe partment beled 'grocery funds' that Draco had set up for ao use wheog the kit.
With a sense of purpose, she set off to the nearby local stores to purchase the necessary items.
There were many local stores around the area they lived, so it didn't take long for her to go aurn.
Carefully approag the door after her shopping trip, Cir was surprised to see Eleni, Dimitra, and Vasiliki already waiting by the entranbsp;
It was evident that they had woken up early and were fully prepared for their daily dungeon run.
"Good m!" the trio greeted in unison, their voices brimming with enthusiasm.
"M," Cir replied, quickly unlog the door to let them in.
As they stepped inside, Eleni suddenly started sniffing the air.
Sniff! Sniff!
Eleni's face immediately torted with dissatisfa as she failed to detect the aroma of Draco's handmade breakfast.
Cir quickly noticed the ge in Eleni's expression and quickly addressed the situation.
"Draco is still asleep, so I'm making breakfast today. Would you all like to help?" Cir offered, her toly inviting.
"Ooh, that's rare of him," Dimitra remarked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"True, yesterday must have really taken a toll on him," Eleni surmised, her brow furrowed in ption.
Vasiliki, oher hand, remained silent, her mind already rag with mischievous thoughts.
'Oh my, could this be a rare ess with Draii?' she pondered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I know that look, Vasiliki. So, you better not even try," Cir warned, her gaze fixed on the younger girl.
"Tsk, rex. Why would you think I would want to make Draii angry with me?" Vasiliki quickly replied, her tone ced with feigned innoce.
"I'm guessing the other boys are still asleep," Vasiliki said, swiftly ging the subject.
"Yeah, they should get themselves together and stop relying on Draco to wake them up," Cir added, a hint of exasperation in her voice.
"Hmm, but that still applies to us in some different areas," Dimitra chimed in, her expression thoughtful.
The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of Dimitra's words hanging in the air as they all thought back to Bahamut’s words during dinner.
Sensing the o break the awkwardness, Eleni promptly snatched the grocery bags from Cir's hands and headed towards the kit.
"What are you all waiting for? Breakfast isn't going to make itself," Eleni scolded, her voice filled with determination.
Cir and Dimitra immediately followed suit, their footsteps eg through the room, they couldn’t afford to lose to Bahamut.
Vasiliki, however, remained in the living room, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
"You girls go ahead; I'll go wake the boys up," Vasiliki called out from the living room.
"Sure, but don't waste too much time messing with them," Cir replied, her voice carrying a hint of warning.
Vasiliki didn't waste a moment, quickly making her way to the hidden partment where the spare keys for each house were stored.
Grabbing the key to the boys' house door, she set off on her mission.
Ba the kit, Cir, Eleni, and Dimitra had divided their duties to make the breakfast preparation more effit.
Cir focused on the bread and veggies, Eleni on the eggs, and Dimitra on the sausages.
'It's a bit disappointing that I couldn't make everything, but this setup isn't bad,' Cir thought, carefully flipping the bread on the pan.
"Hey, Cir, is it okay if I add cheese to the eggs?" Eleni asked, her gaze fixed on the sizzling pan.
"Wouldn't that make it too salty? I saw you add some salt and pepper earlier," Cir replied, her brow furrowed in .
"Hmm, maybe," Eleni muttered, but decided to add the cheese anyway.
"No, stop! At least add only a little and taste it before adding more," Cir yelled, her voice tinged with frustration.
"Uhm, Cir," Dimitra called out, her toant.
"What?" Cir asked, her voice still ced with annoyance.
Cir's eyes followed Dimitra's outstretched finger, and her heart sank.
One side of the bread was pletely bed, while the other side was a light golden brown.
"Oh, no," Cir said, her voice filled with frustration.
"See what you caused, Eleni?" Cir scolded, her eyes narrowing.
"Wait, what did I do? It's you who didn't focus on your task," Eleed, her defeone rising.
"Calm down, both of you," Dimitra interjected, her voice soothing.
"We all agreed to do oask each. Cir, focus on the bread alone and nothing else. Eleni, focus on the eggs, and I'll focus on the sausages, okay?" she said.
Cir and Eleni exged a brief ghe tension slowly dissipating as Dimitra's words sank in.
They khat bickering would only slow down the process ahe much-awaited breakfast.
"You're right, Dimitra. Let's get back to work," Cir said, taking a deep breath aurnitention to the bread.
Eleni nodded in agreement, her focus shifting back to the eggs, while Dimitra teo the sizzling sausages, the tri in a newfound harmony.
As the aromas of the freshly cooked breakfast filled the air, Vasiliki's mischievous escapades in the boys' house were about to unfold, setting the stage for aful m.
A/N: Sorry for the slow pace, will be speeding things up in a feters ?.
