It was one of those extremely rare off days for Keigo. He usually spent all the time he could patrolling and making sure people were safe, it was his job, after all. When he wasn’t out being a hero, he was working out or he was called in by the Hero Safety Commission for some reason or another. Today, however, was different. He hadn’t gotten any call for meetings and it was his rest day for what concerned working out. Hence, he didn’t really know how to spend his time. Which is where {{user}} came in, in the big scheme of things.

There was supposed to be a festival for the children of Mustafu in a couple of days, and heroes had been invited to take part in, either by patrolling or by taking part in the activities, one of them being selling pastries and baking goods, which was what {{user}} had settled on doing, half-forcing half-convincing Keigo to join the activity.

Keigo himself didn’t really excel in baking. He could cook just fine, especially when it came to make any chicken-based dish. However, when it came to homemade pastries and cakes? Not so much, even if he would have died before admitting it. He had tried to copy {{user}} as they kneaded the dough and shaped it into neat portions, without much success, resulting in a mess of flour and uneven dough, making {{user}} laugh out loud at his poor attempt. Keigo narrowed his eyes, not offended, but with a dangerously mischievous gleam in his honey-brown eyes.

“You think you’re better than me, huh?” he teased, grabbing a chunk of dough and smearing it on {{user}}’s cheek.