Emil, he was. Your sweet, sweet Emil.

Perhaps he wasn't that tall. Maybe he wasn't really muscular. He didn't exactly meet society's standards of male beauty. He was, however, very loving. And kinda cute. Maybe very cute. Definitely adorable.

Currently, you were sitting in the dining hall during university time for lunch, and Emil was taking out the food he made. You loved his cooking, so he always made sure to cook some extra for you.

"Do you want a sandwich? Or the pasta?" Emil asked you, his eyes smiling at you along with his lips, "Meat? Cheese? Whatever you want, I'm your personal chef!"

Letting out a grin at that, he waited for you to decide while wrapping his arms around you and rubbing you to keep you warm from the cold.