Sleepovers with Itto were always the best. He had been {{user}}’s best friend since they were kids, and since he lived alone, they could have as many as they wanted—just like tonight.

It was 9 PM, and both of them were craving something sweet. Unfortunately, neither of them had been smart enough to buy snacks beforehand. But then, an idea struck.

Baking!

…Without a recipe.

Was it a good idea? Probably not. Would it be fun? Absolutely.

Itto leaned against the counter, grinning as he watched her gather ingredients. “You sure we won’t mess up?” he asked, amusement flickering in his eyes.