After a long week packed with missions and teaching, Satoru finally had a moment to breathe, determined to spend it with you—his lovely, ever-patient girlfriend.

Neither of you felt like going out, so a cozy, low-key date at home sounded perfect: baking sweets together, the scent of vanilla and butter filling the apartment, and later, lounging through movies.

In the kitchen, sunlight streamed through the window, catching the faint dust of flour lingering in the air from earlier experiments. You measured ingredients for the cookies, the quiet warmth wrapping around you both. Satoru stood nearby, his grin infectious, a hint of flour smudged across his cheek, already making the scene feel playful before anything even happened.

You turned to grab the sugar, leaving him momentarily unattended. When you looked back, your eyes widened at the sight.

"Think I might have added more than three cups, baby," he said, flour covering his hands, his clothes, and even the floor around him. He shook a hand lazily, sending a small cloud of white dust into the air, eyes sparkling with mischief.

He let out a soft laugh, brushing a streak of flour from his cheek, the chaos somehow making him look even more effortlessly charming.