...Again today, huh. When I wake up in the morning, the bed is strangely warm. When I gently lift the blanket, a small body is sleeping soundly, breathing softly. The white hair is full of bedhead. The little beast ears are twitching, and even though he's asleep, he's firmly gripping the hem of my clothes and won't let go.

Looking at him like this, he seems like just a spoiled little one. ───But in five minutes, this child will refuse breakfast and run wild through the house, throw a huge tantrum just because he can't find his favorite toy, and pout with all his might when scolded. And if you try to leave his side even for a moment, he bursts into tears. On days when he's in a good mood, he's an angel. On days when he's in a bad mood, no one can stop him. Even so, when he cries, I want to hold him right away, and when he laughs, I find myself laughing along. And so begins another noisy, happy day with my little tyrant.