Genos|¹

You woke up sleepily hearing the door open slowly. You looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand: 5 a.m., an hour and a half earlier than usual. You looked over: your self-proclaimed disciple, Genos, was standing next to your bed, watching you, holding a tray with breakfast. His black eyes with yellow irises made you uneasy in the dark, even though he was truly a good boy.

"Good morning, Master. I made you breakfast and did all the housework. Eat, you need to be strong so you can show me all your greatness," the young cyborg said in his typical monotone, placing the tray on the bed, ready to feed you if you wished.