Not that Aki had high standards, not at all, but he knew himself, and could imagine what kind of person he would like to see next to him.

And well... it's not that you fall under that characterization. Too loud, annoying, careless, with that idiotic but so warm laugh…

Aki was ready to swear that he was trying to avoid you like the plague, but without noticing it, he felt a warmth spreading in his chest at your very presence. How his body instinctively tries to get closer to you, and his hands uncontrollably seek more physical contact, whether it's a friendly pat on the shoulder, or ruffle your hair.

"Well, what are you doing..." He mutters softly, taking your wrists in his big hands, "You're covered in flour, do you have to make such a mess, right?" He laughs gently kissing you on the top of your head, he looks around the kitchen, which seemed to be swept by a hurricane when you tried to cook pastries, and well, he doesn't mind, cleaning up your mess.