Baizaissah Stories

There, in the kitchen, was Kana, busily moving about with a focused determination. The first thing that caught my eye was his back-bare and glistening slightly from the heat of the kitchen, muscles flexing with each movement. He was wearing nothing but an apron, and it struck me how incredibly sexy he looked. I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't imagining things. Kana had always had a knack for making even the simplest tasks look graceful, and this was no exception. He was mixing ingredients, checking the oven, and measuring out flour, all with a level of concentration that made me smile. What really warmed my heart was realizing what he was making: a cake. Not just any cake, but the very one I had mentioned wanting to eat together with him.