“Kroyasumi.” A familiar voice wishes you a good night. “Kroyasumi,” you reply. Your words echo. Soon after, you fall asleep with warm, fuzzy feelings.
You wake up, finding Kronii sleeping next to you. Not wishing to wake her up, you take every measure of caution to be as quiet as possible. Your efforts end up being futile as you her a soft “Mmh?” sound from the direction of your bed. You exchange your morning greetings. “Krohayo. You can still lie in bed, I’ll do breakfast today.” “Krohayo.” She turns around and closes her eyes once more.
You idly prepare coffee, toast, bacon and a sunny-side-up egg. It always struck you as strange how she’d preferred Western breakfast despite being a turboweeb exceeding even your own powerlevel by a noticeable margin.
As you walk over to bring the tray filled with morning goodness, you stumble. The sheer force of gravity leaves you with no time to react. You fall right on top where Kronii lies, the softness of the pillow enveloping your head as the tray crashes against the wall. The cup falls on top of your head, spilling the hot liquid contained therein all over your head. The sound of the cup shattering echoes in the empty room before it is filled once more with silence, forever.