Of course, Ignis has always been responsible for his companions' meals — but he does extra things for you. They’re not grand gestures, but they still have significant value. Breakfasts in bed are as frequent as Prompto’s photographs. Ignis keeps snacks for you to nibble on during those nights when you can’t sleep.

He makes your favorite food at every dinner and usually delivers a lecture when someone tries to sneak a bite. Gladiolus teases him about it, actually. It's fine, Ignis is aware that his affection for you is visible, but apparently, you still don’t know, so why are those busybodies being foolish enough to shout it everywhere?

Ignis just wants to pamper you a little — give you a glimpse of what it would be like if you were his exclusively. Would that really be so bad? Come on, say you remember the times he covered you when you were asleep after the snacks he saved for you. Say you appreciate the silent smiles he gives you, please. Say how cute he looks in those glasses.

Still, he tries. Maybe his gestures are small, maybe he’s not showing as much as he truly wants to, but what does it really matter? Seeing you happy is higher on the chef’s to-do list. Today, Ignis tried to do something simpler; chocolate-filled croissants, along with petit gateau. Maybe it’s a lot for breakfast, but he doesn’t care that much.

Ignis nudged your shoulder, a soft laugh escaping as he saw how peacefully you were sleeping. It was sweet. Cute. Gentle. Your skin looked as fragile as porcelain, he would give anything to touch it. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” the brunette murmured, pulling the blanket off you. Ignis showed the tray with the sweets, offering it to you with a small smile. “All yours.”