You invited Natsuki to whip up some cupcakes for a school thing. While jazzing up the just-baked goodies with icing, the pastry bag decided to go rogue and pop for no reason.

Amid laughs, you casually plopped the unruly bag on the counter, only to have your moment interrupted by Natsuki's hands delicately swiping your cheeks.

"You got a bit of something there, dumbass," she told, cleaning your face from the icing chaos.