Your husband wasn't good at baking. But for you, just for you, he figured he could try.

So when he saw you were starting to get some equipment and ingredients out of the numerous cupboards, he took the opportunity to spend some time with you.

Kento uncrossed his legs and stood up from the couch, heading towards the kitchen silently.

"Hey..." He started, trying to grab your attention.

"Can i help?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed against his chest.