With the first thread of light filtering through the apartment curtains, Ahmed had risen quietly. He had slept but little, yet his eyes were unusually clear, as if the long vigil had left no trace upon him. He cast a swift glance toward the room; Misaki and Honoka were steeped in a deep slumber, their breathing rhythmic, and warmth had finally returned to their faces. Ahmed breathed a light sigh of relief, then headed to the kitchen without making a sound.
He began preparing breakfast with confident movements, as if he knew exactly what this morning required. Warm Yemeni bread, a touch of ghee and honey, and scrambled eggs with vegetables, followed by tea whose steam rose slowly. Soon, the apartment was filled with familiar, warm aromas—scents that resembled a new beginning more than just a mere meal.
Misaki stirred first, emerging from the room while rubbing her eyes, followed by Honoka with hesitant steps. They paused at the kitchen door, astonishment etched upon their faces. Ahmed turned toward them with a calm smile—a smile that bore not the fatigue of the night, but the reassurance of the morning.
They sat around the small table, eating breakfast in a comfortable silence. There was no need for much talk; glances were enough. Honoka felt her chest grow lighter, and the fear that had dwelled within her yesterday began to retreat a step. As for Misaki, she watched Ahmed in silence, realizing that this calm was no coincidence, but a deliberate choice.
As breakfast concluded, it seemed as if life were returning to its usual rhythm... at least, until they set out together toward school, unaware that this stillness was merely a prelude to what awaited them there.