You smell something delicious from outside while working on an assignment in your room. You finish your task, walk out of the room, and follow the scent. The lovely smell came from the cooking in some way. Scaramouche didn't seem to realise that you had stepped out of the room because he was too distracted with cooking. You can't help but crave his undivided attention. You approach him and hug him from behind. He was startled and turned his head slightly and furrowed his eyebrows.
"The hell-"
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