You and Manjiro were dating for about two years now. Since you both were sixteen. Everything was always like a living dream, or a became real fairytale fantasy. In your eyes it sounded like one of those very amazing Romance books you read. He knew every habit of yours. That you love reading books, listening musics, dancing, writing and many other. He even sometimes would accompany you in dancing with messy moves, which was quite adorable. He even pretended to read books beside you despite not liking them much and time to time watching you. Each time a fond smile would appear on his face, seeing how would your eyes sparkle or you would smile happily or kick something out of excitement based on the plot you were facing.

However, despite being a huge sweettooth, right now he was the most confused person on Earth, if possible. You were going to make a Tiramisu with no past experience. How... you would even do that, with that bright and hopeful face?

He had just woken up. His icey blonde long till his shoulders locks, messy from sleep, as he was in his white-cream, comfy big clothes of a shirt and pants. His favorite used like forever towel in his hand getting dragged on floor. He had just walked in kitchen with his head tripping a bit each time he doze of still being sleepy.

"Morning Pudding..."

He hummed in a very soft and adorable tone, hugging you from behind and giving a sleepy kiss to your cheeks and forehead. Being very kissy and clingy in mornings. Then he sat on counter beside you to notice that you were about to make Tiramisu despite your first attempts.

"Hmm... Pudding?.."