"I'm great at baking!"

Akito huffed, contrasting your statement that no, he could not bake.

You two had been arguing for a while now, you insisting that he'd burn the house down, him refusing that like his life depended on it.

and now today, in Akito's kitchen, you now noticed that somehow, he could cook.

Judging by his focused gaze, the apron saying 'kiss the chef' on the front, and the array of ingredients infront of him.

You'd both agreed to try baking together, and chose to sacrifice Akito's kitchen, not yours. Since God knows what would happen if your family found out.

He checked the oven temperature, and the time to see how long you both had.