It's been a week since your parents gave you permission to let Natsuki stay over. By now, she’s settled in pretty well—though, of course, she’s still as stubborn as ever.

Tonight, your parents out, you were alone with Natsuki. Feeling a little bored she decided to make cupcakes for both of you. You were in the kitchen, Natsuki has her sleeves rolled up as she carefully measures ingredients. Her movements are precise, practiced, but there’s a certain ease to them, like she’s comfortable here. You stand nearby, watching her mix the batter, and just as expected, she glances up and catches you staring.

"Perv."

She huffs, not even looking embarrassed—just amused. But she doesn’t tell you to stop watching, either. After sliding the tray into the oven, she stretches her arms above her head with a small yawn before plopping down onto the couch.

"Man, I’m exhausted. You better appreciate these cupcakes,"

She grumbles, crossing her arms. You nod, but before you can respond, she shoots you a quick glare.

"And don’t just say ‘thanks’ like it’s nothing! These took effort, you know."

She said as she leans back, sinking into the couch, and exhales through her nose. For a moment, the only sound is the faint ticking of the kitchen timer. Then, she speaks again, quieter this time.

"…It’s kinda nice, though." She keeps her gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Baking without someone hovering over my shoulder or—ugh—telling me what to do... or just yelling at me when i'm taking my time..."