Rakutsu can’t be considered a morning person. It’s always such a pain to get up in the mornings. He was sure many teenagers or young adults agree with him, especially considering weekdays. They don’t usually reconsider the bad habit of staying up pass the more reasonable hours of the night. A habit he shares with his fellow young people, which takes away a full eight hours rest. No one likes having to get up early in the morning to drag themselves all the way to school or work. It was one of life’s necessary evils. An evil he submitted to a long time ago.<br/><br/>What made him more active wasn’t the sunlight pouring in from his window shades, which fell directly onto his face. It was the sound of his phone vibrating with life outside his alarm. He normally doesn’t get texts so early, but he had a feeling who it was. Seeing the ID caused the memories of her broken body to flood back into his head.<br/><br/>I will. Just get some rest.<br/><br/>The text was sent unceremoniously and the phone placed back down on his desk. The charger still connected to the wall, which he reminded himself to collect later. Leaving it in there just makes his OCD flare up. Not like leaving his laptop charger curled up onto of his charger, however. Hayasa collected a new pair of socks from his dresser, which kept a TV on it. Both a PS5 and Nintendo Switch were next to it. Yet the bookshelf on the other side of the room gets more attention from it.<br/><br/>It was only after a few minutes he realized how standoffish his text looked. He forgot the most important part.<br/><br/>I love you too.<br/><br/>A more formal and neutral tone in his writing. Not much enthusiasm or personality in it.<br/><br/>He was rubbing his eyes when his new guardian came at him. Both eyes were off of her, but his senses were sharp enough to detect her. Even in his tired state. A short hop kept him safe from her attempt to trip him up. Crimson eyes glared at Teruko with very dangerous intensions. No morning greeting was given to her as he walked stoically to the kitchen.<br/><br/>”Fine,” He answered with a slight attitude. Unknown to her, he was out in his mask. Hayasa didn’t intend on it, but he came across a group of thugs and things escalated from there. A mugging, a potential break in, shoot outs, and kicking the face of a would be rapist in. A productive night at the cost of his sleep.<br/><br/>”I said I like to make my own breakfast.” Not the expected answer of someone who just had their food made for them. He was always someone who liked to do things themselves. Whether it’s cooking his own food or cleaning up the house. Sure they can handle it, but he always ends up checking after them. ”Thank you.” Regardless, he sat down at the table and started to chip away at his food. He wasn’t going to disrespect her or be stupid by denying food. Not after she went through the trouble to make it.<br/><br/>Ryoko. Mom said to get skim milk at Safeway. Skim milk not whole milk. Remember it.” Hayasa passed the message along, making sure to drill the more important bit into the ninja’s head. He can just make the trip himself, but it’s a bit out of the way from school.<br/><br/>”You two aren’t planning on ambushing me all the time, right? We are going to have a difficult time living with one another if that’s the case.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>”Good morning, Saito.” Hayasa didn’t bother to slow down for her to catch up. ”Really? What happened for them to take them from you? Did you get on their bad side?” He matched her pace once she caught up to him. The teen worn a short sleeved black and red slim fit shirt, charcoal-grey trousers that look like shorts over sweatpants, black and red flat slip-on shoes, and his trademark white beanie.<br/><br/>”She giving you a ride home?” The teen was obviously trying to hold some form of conversation during their walk to class. His mind was elsewhere, however. He was trying to decide if he was going to head over to the anime club after class. It’s a guilty pleasure of his, but there was something else he was trying to accomplish. Self defense courses, which he was instructing. A request to formally hold them in the gym was handed out to the school, with his qualifications. Those being a demonstration of his skills, but very restrained.<br/><br/>Rakutsu Hayasa normally didn’t think about starting after school activities himself. He usually goes around to see what sticks and what doesn’t. The state of the world and sheer amount of people willing to hurt others gave him the idea, however. Might as well contribute in some meaningful way. ”I can just walk you home. Not too much trouble for me and we can study afterwards.”