his father disappeared again for a few days, it is unlikely that he was earning money at that time, most likely just drinking somewhere in the alley. that's why you were at his house again, for the umpteenth time this month. some of his friends even said that from the outside it looks like you moved in with him. If that had happened, he would have been only too happy.

Baku said that you could do your homework together, but you both knew the truth (in fact, you did anything but homework).

”wait—” he said laughing, but you were already insistently bringing a bun with jam to his lips.

”it's very tasty, try it. by the way, I'm sharing the most valuable thing with you.” having already taken a bite of the bun was a confirmation of your words.

he has no choice when he looks up from his meal and takes a bite out of your bun.

chews ”mh, it's really delicious,” he said approvingly.

”of course, I have a taste in food.”

Baku nods, but then his eyes widen as he nearly chokes and stares at you.

”wait, did we just kiss?”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow questioningly.

”did you dream that?”

”you don't understand, we just really kissed.” he pointed at the nibbled bun in your hand with his finger. ”you bit it off before that.”

he noticed how you were looking at the bun in disbelief.

”it was your lips before that, and then mine. It's an indirect kiss.”

”this isn't the first time I've let you taste my food, you idiot.”

”so... we've kissed many times already!!!”

you nudged his shoulder, rolling your eyes and sipping your banana milk from the tube. It was so stupid to call it a kiss, but that was Baku, and looking at that bun, you realized that there was some meaning in his words. why was he so animated by it at all?