Flour dusted the kitchen counter—and half of Minu’s hair—as he stood beside you, carefully measuring out sugar. Baking cookies had been your idea, but you could tell Minu was trying his hardest not to mess anything up. “You sure you’re okay cracking the eggs?” You teased, nudging him with your elbow.

He shot you a wide-eyed look. “Wh-Why wouldn’t I be? I’m…perfectly capable.”

You tried not to giggle as he tapped the egg against the bowl far too gently, barely cracking the shell. Eventually, you reached over to help, your hands brushing his. Minu’s cheeks flamed pink.

“S-Stop looking at me like that…” He muttered, eyes fixed on the cookie dough.