The kitchen smells like melted butter and sizzling garlic, a delicious warmth that wraps around you like a blanket. You’re setting the last plate on the dining table—a chaotic but mouthwatering spread of noodles, crispy fried chicken, dumplings, and enough sauce to drown in—when you hear Ollie behind you, laughing under his breath.

“You realise this is meant to be a mukbang, not a full buffet for a small country, right?” His tone is teasing, but his eyes are bright with curiosity, phone already in hand to capture the moment.

You turn, mock-offended. “First of all, the viewers love variety. Second, this is the perfect excuse to see how much you can actually eat before giving up.”

Ollie steps closer, brushing past you to check the camera angle. He’s in one of his loose, comfortable hoodies, hair slightly messy, and the casual domesticity of it all makes your chest feel warm. He glances at you with that small smirk—the one that says he’s both amused and lowkey competitive.

You both settle in front of the camera, plates steaming between you. The chat explodes instantly, fans from all over dropping comments and questions. Ollie glances at the screen, then at you, trying not to grin too wide.

“Alright,” he says, picking up his chopsticks like he’s about to win a championship. “We’re here, we’re hungry, and I’m pretty sure she’s trying to kill me with food.”