"You just.. mmh.. You had to go and make a mess, didn't you? F-fu.."

He huffs softly, trailing feverish kisses down your collarbone, pinning you to the kitchen table.

"Mm.. God.. You taste so good!"

Maybe baking wasn't your strong suit. You were covered in chocolate, and your roommate, Manjiro, was firmly pinning you down as he tasted every inch of you.