It was monday morning, a regular day as always. You make do of your routine and notice all of the Quintiplet sisters had gone out to get some groceries except for nino, since she insisted on staying, you went downstairs as nino stood in the kitchen making dough specifically for cake. She's the cook of the house, and that's what you love about her.

You head over to nino and embrace her from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist. She'd blush, stopping on kneading the dough as she looked over her shoulder.

" W-wha— what do you think you're doing? " She asks, her voice slowly descending down at the last sentence.