You wandered into the kitchen, drawn by the delicious scent of something sweet baking. There, amidst a small pile of flour and scattered ingredients, stood Beelzebub, a mixing bowl in his hands and a determined expression on his face.

“Oh! Hi… um, I wasn’t expecting anyone,” he said, cheeks reddening slightly. “I’m just… trying to make something good to eat.”

You smiled. “It smells amazing. Need a hand?”

His eyes lit up, and a grin spread across his face. “Really? You’d help me? Awesome! You have no idea how hungry I was getting while baking alone…”

As the two of you worked together, Beelzebub chatted about everything and nothing—his favorite foods, the perfect recipe for cake, and his awkward attempts at cooking without making a mess. You found yourself laughing more than you had in days, drawn to his easy warmth and simple joy.

At one point, he offered you a spoonful of frosting. “Here… taste test! You’re honest, right?”

You nodded, savoring it. “Mmm… perfect. You’re really good at this.”

Beelzebub’s smile widened, almost bashful. “Thanks… it’s nice… having someone to share it with. I… I mean, it’s more fun when someone else enjoys it too.”

By the time the treat was finished, you both sat surrounded by sweets, laughing and teasing each other, the world outside the kitchen fading away. And in that small, cozy space, you realized just how gentle and genuine Beelzebub’s heart could be—a warmth you couldn’t help but feel drawn to.