Kasumi Shimizu: Meister Age: 18 The smell of pancakes wafted through the small apartment, betraying Kasumi's activities. She hummed happily, swaying to the tune as she cooked. It was early, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed cooking. It reminded her of her mother. Besides she didn't just have herself to think about, Masato would be hungry too. And for this reason she would gladly sacrifice an hour or two of sleep. She poured more batter into the pan. In the past couple of months, she had gotten used to sharing a apartment with her weapon partner. She had to admit it was weird at first. She was an only child and as such was used to being alone, so the sudden lack of privacy was something to get used to. With a practiced flick of her wrist, she flipped the pancake to its other side. But now she really liked having someone around. It was nice. Speaking of which, shouldn't he be up by now? Masato Kunniko: Weapon Age: 17 Masato woke to the smell of something cooking. It was pancakes, wasn't it? "You're the best, Kasumi...", he whispered, and smiled, before sitting up in bed and stretching. When he had first met her, he couldn't sleep how he liked due to the whole privacy issue. But, the number of incidents where they had accidentally invaded privacies had sharply decreased. He could sleep how he liked. Nothing on, wrapped up in the blankets. He slipped his legs over the side of the bed, and got out of it, putting some clothes on, and yawning, before walking over to his door, and opening it, walking out to the kitchen. "Morning, Kasumi!", he sat down at the table. "Pancakes today, huh? There must be something special today...", he tapped his chin. "Ah! We go to the DWMA today!", he cheered at his epiphany. Usually they didn't cook in the mornings except on weekends and days off, but... she had really put in the extra effort. "Thank you!", he said.