Having awoken at the crack of dawn, Yachiru showered, dressed, and was currently nose deep in a novel. She sipped her morning tea, occasionally turning pages.
โGood morning, dear.โ she greeted, eyes shifting from the pages to her beloved brute. โThereโs fresh coffee for you in the kitchen.โ
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Hums cheerily, tea in hand. It was a beautiful morning. The sun peeked above the horizon as if checking to see if it was safe to rise further. The sky was painted a myriad of warm, inviting colors.
Unohana sipped her tea.
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