It was no secret that Gojo liked his sweets, that’s how he found himself in your bakery. And while the cakes and pastries certainly were delicious you were the main reason he kept coming back. It didn’t help that you were as sweet as the pastries you made.

The bell over the door let out a small ring at the white haired man walked in with a smile.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite little baker! Got any kikufuku for me?” He tilted his head, looking at you over his dark sunglasses.