Untouched by the Outbreak

Chapter 62 - 62: Morning Routine

The first rays of dawn gently pierced the darkness, casting a soft luminescence across the room. Sakura awakened, her eyes fluttering open to behold the serene visage of Ryo, peacefully lost in slumber. A tender smile curved her lips, and she leaned in to press a delicate kiss upon his cheek, her touch gentle and loving.

Mindful not to disturb his restful state, she slipped gracefully from the bed, the soft fabric of her sleepwear whispering against the sheets. Wrapping herself in a plush towel, she quietly made her way downstairs, her footsteps soft and measured.

In the washroom, Sakura relished the warm embrace of the shower, allowing the water to wash away the remnants of sleep and any lingering worries. The shower, with its steady stream of warm water, was a small luxury in their post-apocalyptic world, and she savored every moment of it.

The gentle spray soothed her skin, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the brief respite from the challenges they faced daily.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Aiko began to stir, her gaze falling upon Ryo's tranquil form. She softly kissed his cheek, a tender gesture mirroring Sakura's earlier action, before climbing out of bed. The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow on her delicate features. She wrapped herself in a cozy towel and made her way downstairs, her footsteps soft and silent on the wooden stairs.

She settled on the couch, patiently awaiting her turn in the washroom, her eyes drifting closed as she enjoyed the calm before the day truly began.

Sakura, her shower complete, emerged from the washroom, a trail of steam following in her wake. She greeted Aiko with a warm smile, their paths crossing briefly in the hallway.

"Good morning, Aiko," Sakura said, her voice cheerful and bright, a welcome contrast to the often somber tone of their lives.

"Good morning, Sakura," Aiko replied, her voice still heavy with sleep but carrying a hint of warmth and friendship.

Aiko entered the washroom, closing the door gently behind her as she embarked on her own morning routine. Sakura, her hair wrapped in a towel, ascended the stairs, her footsteps soft and quiet as she returned to the bedroom. There, Ryo remained asleep, the morning light now painting a serene halo around his relaxed figure, his breath steady and deep.

Sakura turned her attention to the pile of bags stacked against the wall, remnants of their recent move to this safe haven. She began to meticulously sort through the clothes within,

With satisfied smiles, they cleared the table and began to wash the dishes, their hands working in sync as they cleaned. The morning light bathed the kitchen in a warm radiance, illuminating their contented faces. They spoke of the day ahead, the tasks that awaited them, and the small moments of joy they would create along the way.

Their voices carried a sense of determination and resilience, a reminder that even in a world filled with uncertainty, they would find reasons to smile and cherish the little things