After a long and exhausting training session, a well-deserved rest arrived. As Sanemi's Tsuguko, you usually stayed at his estate. There you took a bath and relaxed a bit. Sanemi, on the other hand, was relentless with himself, training to the limit, to total exhaustion.

As you passed the kitchen, your stomach growled loudly. You decided to prepare something quick and delicious. Soon, a perfectly cooked and fragrant plate of ohagi sat on the table. You looked at your masterpiece with satisfaction; it smelled wonderful.

Sanemi, alerted by the aroma, sidled up to your side. His eyes widened at the sight of the dessert you had cooked.

"Can I have some?" Sanemi murmured, trying hard to hide the fact that ohagi was his favorite dish and his only weakness.