Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 909 208.3 - Good Morning

Steam clung to Irina's skin as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself while stretching out her sore muscles. The rush of warm water had done its job—she was fully awake now.

She ran a hand through her damp hair, exhaling. Alright. Time to get moving.

But the moment she stepped toward her dresser—

The scent hit her.

Something delicious.

Her stomach growled instantly, and she almost cursed at herself because—of course.

Astron was already cooking.

Irina clicked her tongue. This guy…

She had known the moment she stepped into the shower that he would be ahead of her. He had already told her he had taken a shower when he woke up, and she knew for a fact that he wasn't the type to start the day without one if he had a choice.

And now?

Now, the mouthwatering smell of breakfast was assaulting her senses, making her body betray her completely.

Irina hated how good he was at this.

She had promised herself countless times that she would learn how to cook properly—actually put in the effort, actually follow through—but life, responsibilities, and her own laziness always got in the way.

And now, every time Astron did something like this, she remembered.

And every time, she felt defeated all over again.

Still wrapped in her towel, she grabbed a t-shirt from her dresser, pulling it over her head. It was a loose, comfortable fit—one of her favorites. Then, with a flick of her fingers, she cast a simple heat spell, drying her damp hair in seconds.

She shook it out, the lingering warmth brushing against her scalp before dissipating.

Satisfied, she stretched again before making her way down toward the source of her suffering—

And there he was.

Astron stood at the counter, his movements precise and unbothered, as if cooking was nothing more than an extension of himself.

A pan sizzled lightly, the aroma of seasoned eggs and crisping toast filling the air. A second plate already had what looked like freshly cut fruit, arranged neatly in a way that Irina knew he wasn't even thinking about—his instincts just made everything aesthetic as hell without effort.