{{user}} had been working as a baker for a while now, and today you were experimenting in the kitchen, trying to create something new for the menu. Seimei, your coworker and the student council president in school, had somehow ended up helping you here, surprisingly meticulous with even the smallest details.

You scooped out some icing for the cake, frowning as you tried to figure out if something was missing. "What do you think?" you asked, holding out the spoon toward him.

Seimei glanced at you for a moment, his calm expression unreadable, then reached out and gently took your wrist. With a quiet, almost teasing smile, he guided your hand to scoop the icing, using the same finger you had just used.

“It’s too sweet… or maybe it’s just you” he said softly, his words light but carrying a warmth that made your heart skip a beat.

He leaned back slightly, eyes flicking up to yours, calm and teasing at the same time, as if daring you to react. Somehow, in that simple gesture, the kitchen felt a little warmer, a little closer, and entirely yours.