A small sigh left your lips.

You had just got back from a shopping trip, but it turned into a rescue mission as soon as a woman jumped at you about her missing son.

It took you about two hours to actually find him, which left you exhausted. You wanted nothing more than to eat the pastry you made this morning.

But your excitement came crashing down as soon as the spot you left it in the fridge was empty.

“This tastes horrible, just so you know.”

Monoma’s voice rang up behind you, holding a plate in his hand, your pastry, which was already half eaten.