In the cozy kitchen warmed by morning light and filled with the aroma of cooking breakfast, Miko and Raiden, both clad in soft, pastel pajamas and with hair tousled from sleep, clung to Kaizo from behind, their bodies pressed close in a sleepy, affectionate embrace, as Raiden teasingly acknowledged her slip in referring to Kaizo and asserted her claim on his culinary skills, while Miko, slightly irked by Raiden's comment, asserted her own presence and anticipation for the meal Kaizo was preparing.