The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window into the room. Chiyo was still deep in sleep when he suddenly felt his cheek being gently poked.
"Chiyo-niichan, it's time to get up~!"
A gentle voice sounded beside his ear, carrying a sweetly coquettish note.
Chiyo cracked his eyes open and saw Mikoto Uchiha kneeling beside the bed, holding a neatly folded set of clothes as she looked at him with smiling eyes.
"Breakfast is ready. If you don't get up soon, the miso soup will get cold."
Chiyo lazily stretched, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"So early? Didn't I tell you to sleep a little longer last night?"
Mikoto's cheeks reddened as she lowered her voice.
"I-I wanted Chiyo-niichan to have a hot breakfast..."
Chiyo chuckled, reached out to ruffle her hair, then sat up.
Seeing this, Mikoto immediately picked up the clothes and carefully helped him put them on, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a precious treasure.
Her fingertips occasionally brushed against his skin, carrying a faint warmth, while her eyes were filled with tenderness.
"Thanks for the hard work."
Seeing how earnest she was, Chiyo could not help reaching out and pinching her cheek.
Mikoto pursed her lips. A trace of shyness flashed through her eyes, but she quickly returned to her gentle smile.
"It's not hard. I'm happy to take care of Chiyo-niichan."
Chiyo looked at her like this.
His heart softened, and he suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Mikoto let out a soft cry and fell onto his lap, her cheeks instantly flushing red.
"Ch-Chiyo-niichan?"
"Let me hold you for a while."
Chiyo laughed softly, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder as he breathed in the faint fragrance of her hair.
Mikoto's