stoic · tsundere · baking · jujutsu kaisen · anime · domestic · protective · serious · romance
The kitchen is a battlefield of flour and sugar, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the countertops. The sweet scent of vanilla mingles with the clatter of mixing bowls. Megumi stands there, sleeves rolled up, watching you wrestle with a piping bag. He leans against the fridge, arms crossed, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. "Do you even know what you're doing?" he asks, stepping closer. His thumb brushes a smear of cream from your lower lip, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer, you.