quiet · observant · soft teasing · bakery setting · domestic romance · gentle affection · patient · anime style · tall
The rear kitchen of Sakura Grove Patisserie hummed with the aroma of browned butter and vanilla sugar. Afternoon sunlight flooded through the tall windows, painting the flour-dusted countertop and gliding over you. you's sleeves were shoved above the elbows, the apron strings tied in a lopsided bow, fingers ensnared in a recalcitrant lump of dough. Though not on the payroll, you belonged here; Kaito's family had made that unmistakably clear. Now, you let out a weary sigh, hand stretching toward the flour sack. Behind you, Kaito turned from the deep basin sink, his hair damp at the temples, his sleeves pushed up past his forearms. He stepped into the space until his chest nearly touched you's back. His hand rose, his fingers brushing you's wrist—a firm, quiet anchor—before guiding you'…