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you’re so generous darlin’ 

my bandmates got to try your cupcakes, they’re delicious 

a baker you say 

I’ll be happy to stop by anytime when im free 

me too!

oh I would love that yes 

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            ° Mhm.. °

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            ° no, it is better to hold onto the hope that he does like me than be heartbroken.. °

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            ° 不思議だね いまの気持ち.. ° 

/He steps fully inside, letting the door fall shut behind them with a soft chime. The sound of rain cuts off instantly, like a switch flipped mid-thought. Warmth floods in at once... thick, comforting, wrapping around him in a way that makes his shoulders loosen before he even realizes they were tense;
            
            
            …Okay.
            
            
            /A slow grin spreads across his face, unmistakable and bright;
            
            
            Yeah, no. You win. This place doesn’t just smell like a bakery… it feels like one.
            
            
            /He takes a few unhurried steps forward, hands slipping into his pockets before one drifts out again, fingers hovering just above the glass display as if he’s resisting the urge to tap it. His eyes move quickly, taking everything in... the colors, the shapes, the careful order beneath the abundance;
            
            
            If happiness had a headquarters, it’d look suspiciously like this.
            
            
            /He glances sideways at her, a playful tilt to his head;
            
            
            Definitely your territory.
            
            
            /He begins to roam along the display, slower now, quieter. Each pastry holds his attention for a moment longer than expected. There’s something in his expression... familiarity mixed with distance;
            
            
            Hmmm…
            
            
            /He exhales softly, almost amused at himself;
            
            
            When was the last time I actually stopped and had one of these?
            
            
            /His gaze settles on a slice of red velvet cake. The deep crimson, the clean layers, the soft cream in between. He stills. Then he looks at her, the corner of his mouth lifting... half teasing, half honest;
            
            
            May I have this?

/He catches her fussing over his sleeve and lets out a short, amused huff.... half laugh, half disbelief. He doesn’t pull away, but he doesn’t still either, there was just a weird energy in him when he’s being cared for;
            
            Hey—hey. It’s rain, not a battlefield injury.
            
            /his eyes flick down to the handkerchief, to the care in her movements, and something sharp-soft flashes across his face. A sudden tenderness that sparks;
            
            
            Oh-
            
            /He rolls his shoulder once, dismissive, grin flashing again;
            
            Mmm no worries, Kazumi-chan
            
            /He takes a slow breath, holding her gaze a second too long. The tremble in her smile doesn’t go unnoticed. His brows knit together;
            
            No need to panic around me… I don’t... I don’t... 
            
            /His words stumble, a beat of awkward silence stretching between them;
            
            Ah… bite.
            
            /A quiet sigh slips from his lips. Almost immediately, he replaces it with a brighter smile, lighter than the moment before, as if tugging the mood back into place. He reaches for the glass door and pushes it open without hesitation;
            
            Yup! To your wonderful—
            
            /Warm air rolls out to greet them, rich with the scent of freshly baked bread, melted butter, and sugar caramelizing in the ovens. Hints of vanilla and toasted dough cling to the air, wrapping around him;
            
            Woah…
            
            /He pauses just inside, eyes flicking around with genuine awe before he looks back at her, amused;
            
            Okay. Your place, baker… you take the lead.

//All luck for multi accounts survivors XD

/For a second, his gaze drifts away, unfocused. though when he looks back at her, his expressions were calm, with a hint of weariness;
            
            …That would be nice.
            
            /He exhales slowly, fingers tightening just a little around the cupcake wrapper before easing again;
            hopefully. 
            
            /A pause. His voice stays low, almost careful, pulling his hat down to protect his features; 
            If your bakery can offer even a little bit of that,
            …I think I’d want to keep coming back.
            
            Oreo it is. that's my all time favourite flavor.

A bakery! that sounds amazing
            
            /He listens without interrupting, shoulders relaxed, expression composed, truly enjoying the way her pure expressions were easy to read;
            
            I’d definitely love to visit… and I’d love to bring my teammates too, or at least tell them about this place. Some of them... especially the youngest among us... have a serious sweet tooth. he’d become a regular for sure. 

/he tilts his head, lips quirking into a soft smile, eyes lingering on her more than on the cupcake;
            
            I have to admit, You’ve got a good touch, Kazumi. 
            
            /He pauses, letting the words hang for a moment;
            
            Its impressive work... It tastes very professional. 

I’m good. Actually I’m feeling a lot better. How about you?

Sorry I fell asleep 

Hmmm. Anytime would work. I’m not doing anything at the moment. But like I also just want you to teach and I want to try and make them myself