It's a luck that the next day is Saturday. No school and I'm lucky enough not to have homeworks given yesterday. I can finally relax. 

I'm still getting used to the new surroundings and familiarize myself with the streets. The house is big and beautiful and I wonder if Yano even clean this house by himself. Doubt so.

It's still 8am in the morning and I was too lazy to sit up, so I just lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling until I felt like waking up.

Still in my sleeping clothes, (I don't call them pajamas because I don't wear pajamas. Geddit?) I went out of my room and made my way to the kitchen. It's quiet outside and I'm sure Yano is still is his room snoring away (does he even snore?) and I think I shall make breakfast for both of us. 

Opening up the refrigerator, I took out some bread, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, mayonnaise, and leftover chicken meat that I didn't cook yesterday and bring them out to the counter and make some sandwiches.

While I was making up the sandwich, I heard some footsteps and a groan.

"Good morning," I greeted without looking at him. I'm still making breakfast.

"Hmm," he nodded and rubbed his eyes. "I'm hungry. What are you making?"

I rolled my eyes, "Open your eyes, young man. I'm sure you know what is this."

"Oh," he nodded in acknowledgement and sat down in front of the counter before asking, "Why are you up so early? It's Saturday."

"I don't know? I just woke up and I was hungry," I answered, as I put a plate of sandwich before him.

"Do you have any plans today?" He blurted out after taking a bite.

"Just exploring the neighborhood, I guess? And rearranging the stuff in my room." I shrugged. There's not much things to do.

I ate my sandwich faster than him and went to wash the utensils. Soon, Yano was done too and put his plate on the sink so that I could wash it before taking out a carton of milk. He poured it to a glass and drank it. I giggled when I saw his face.

"You look better with crescent eyes than swollen eyes," he said. He must be referring to the first time I bumped into him. 

"Tsk. Go shower and do your own stuff," I told him as I dried the plates.

"Okay," he said as he retreated back to his room but he stopped suddenly and turned to me, "Do you want me to show you around?"

I was stunned by his actions. I never thought that a boy like him, who is the Kingka with the scary look that he always wore would asked something like that. I guess because it is his house and he felt c