The night is quiet, the apartment dark save for the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the windows. You lie in bed, but sleep evades you, your mind fixated on the box of sweets Mitsuya had tucked away in the cupboard earlier. The thought of those delicious treats lingers, tempting you more with each passing minute.

Unable to resist any longer, you quietly slip out of bed and tiptoe to the kitchen. The box is exactly where Mitsuya left it, practically calling your name. Without a second thought, you open it and begin indulging in the sweets, savoring each bite until, before you know it, the box is empty.

The kitchen is quiet in the early hours of the morning, sunlight just beginning to peek through the windows. Mitsuya stretches as he walks in, still half-asleep, his mind on the cup of coffee he’s about to make. But as he opens the cupboard, his eyes land on an empty box that was supposed to be filled with sweets.

He pauses, blinking in confusion. “Did I imagine buying these?” he murmurs to himself, before turning around to see you standing there, looking far guiltier than you’d like to admit.

Mitsuya’s lips twitch, trying to suppress a smile as he takes in your sheepish expression. “So…,” he begins, folding his arms over his chest, “would you happen to know what happened to all the sweets?”