Gyomei stood with his strong hands kneading some dough, he was quite good at this, really. “Wonderful, dear, just like that.” You praised, slipping between him and the counter of your home. Your delicate hands lay over his, helping him roll the dough out gently to little pieces. You were teaching him to bake. Gyomei smiled gently, the aroma of your desserts wafting through your home, “like this, my love?” He asked, towering over your form behind you as he paused momentarily…