Its late. Too late for the two of you to be awake, but when Kenma wakes up from his nap he sees you baking in the kitchen, all sorts of pots and pans, and baking things sprawled out onto the kitchen counter.

He sighs, setting his phone down and taking a break from his game on the device, lazily walking himself over to you, his thin pair of arms snaking around your waist to stop you from what you’re doing. Kenma’s always been like this - clingy, of some sorts, even if you two are just roommates.

“You shouldn’t be doing all this baking by yourself, you know? Its 4 in the morning, you could have at least asked me.” His voice is a bit slurred; but the look in his cat like eyes says that he’s fully awake, running off mindless energy.