[h3][Color=SkyBlue][U]Gen Itoshi[/U][/Color][/h3]
[i]Sunday, 26[sup]th[/sup], 2015 – Golden Week[/i]

[B][U]Itoshi Residence[/U][/B]

[i]10:00 AM[/i]
The alarm went off. Why did it have to go off on a Sunday, of all days? Oh right, because Gen had forgotten to set it off. Oh well. Gen was face-down on the bed, completely covered, one arm peering from outside the hideout. It travelled towards the nightstand, fumbling carefully so as not to drop anything, and felt the alarm clock. Now, if he could only find the button… No, not that one… That one either… There! Gen flipped the switch and the alarm stopped, and the room gained once more its silent peace. A low groan could be heard from under the blankets. Maybe he should sleep until lunch? No, it was Golden Week; it was his moment. He needed to seize it as long as it was there, because then school will resume and he will not be able to loiter around.

A louder groan sounded as Gen flailed his arms a bit to uncover him. He sat on the bed, a narrow stream of drool coursing from his mouth, messy hair, and groggy eyes. He stretched. [color=SkyBlue]“Hmm! Okay.”[/color] His feet touched the floor as he sat at the edge of the bed, his hand looking for his glasses. [I]“Where did I leave them?”[/I] Ah, right! The drawer. He opened it and Gen took them out and put them on. Now he could he as perfectly as someone who did not need glasses. Okay, holiday routine: Start!

Gen changed into some casual clothes, and went for breakfast. Mum would probably be watching television, and would already have had eaten, so it was up to him to cook for himself. Not that he would mind, though. He usually was in charge of the kitchen when his mum had parent-teacher meetings or something of the sort.

[Color=SkyBlue]”Good morning, mu-“[/Color] She was not in the living-room/kitchen/dining-room. They lived in a very small house, so Gen would know if her mum was there or not. Apparently, she went out while he was sleeping. Maybe she went shopping. Yes, that is probably it. Gen started fixing himself something to eat. He devoured what he had prepared, and went out, locking the door behind him. On the table, he had left a note that said: [I]”I went out. I have my cellphone on me if you need anything. Love you, Gen.”[/I]