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Rikido Sato: baking

"I still don’t know how you make it look so easy," you admired, mixing your own batter on your side of the counter and watching as Rikido stirred his batter with practiced ease.

The kitchen smelled of vanilla and sugar, with hints of chocolate wafting in the air as you stood beside Rikido, watching him mix batter in a large bowl. His strong arms made the task look effortless, and you couldn’t help but admire how focused he looked, despite the relaxed atmosphere. The counters were covered in flour, ingredients scattered all around, a sign of the "baking storm" you both had unleashed.

Sato glanced over at you with a grin as you struggled to mix the batter, your arm already getting tired. "You know," he began, leaning against the counter with an amused look on his face, "if you keep mixing it like that, you’re gonna end up with pancake batter, not cake batter."

You huffed, refusing to meet his gaze. "What's the difference!? Besides, I know what I’m doing, thank you very much."

Sato chuckled, moving behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder, peering down at your slow stirring. "Are you sure? Because the way you’re handling that whisk, it’s like you’re trying to start a fire."

You snorted, trying not to laugh as you nudged him with your elbow. "I’m a pro at this. Watch and learn, Mr. Hero."

"Oh, I’m watching," he teased, his voice warm against your ear. "It’s just... I didn’t know it was possible to burn batter before it even goes into the oven."

You rolled your eyes, still refusing to admit defeat. "This is called a unique technique. It’s going to make the cake taste... extra special."

"Yeah, extra special like a doorstop," he shot back, his grin growing wider. "Babe, I love you, but your cake’s gonna need a quirk to come out edible at this point."

You turned around, swatting him playfully with the whisk. "You’re so mean! My baking skills are amazing."

Sato laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. Whatever you say, Cake Disaster Extraordinaire."

"I prefer the title ‘Master Chef,’ actually," you said, your tone serious despite the smile tugging at your lips.

"More like Master Mess Maker," he retorted, still chuckling.

You smacked him on the arm, finally breaking into laughter. "Alright alright, maybe I’m not the best, but at least I’m cute." you winked.

Sato leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "You are," he agreed with a smirk. "But we’re still not letting you near the oven unsupervised."

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