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"That's all the time we have for today. Thanks for coming everyone, see you soon," your professor called from your laptop. You left the meeting after waving goodbye to the sea of people that filled your screen. Fatigue filled your system due to your stiff muscles and the lack of movement during the last few hours.
You stretched out your limbs, letting out a satisfied sigh when you heard the popping of your joints. The circulation slowly returned to your body as you stood up from your seat and stepped out of the bedroom of your shared apartment. The pleasant aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the open plan living room.
You were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend sitting cross-legged on your couch, reading a book he held in his hands.
“Kusuo, did you try out the cookies I made earlier? How are they?” you asked nonchalantly.
‘They were delicious,’ Saiki’s voice resounded in your mind. He kept his eyes trained on his book, not even sparing you a glance upon your entrance.
"Oh that's great,” you mused. You walked into the kitchen area to search for the baking tray you left at the dining table before the start of your class. "I worked really hard on them so-" It was empty.
"I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD EAT ALL OF THEM," you screeched.
'You didn't say I couldn't either.'
He folded his book shut, finally giving you his full attention. His face showed no emotions to give away his thoughts.
"That was the last batch. We don't have any batter left to make more."
'Just buy more,' he remarked.
"We just bought groceries a few days ago. We're not going out again for another two weeks," you asserted. Your lips were pressed in a thin line and your eyebrow twitched.
'Good grief. No need to get yourself worked up over this. I left one for you.'
He pointed at the coffee table where a singular cookie was left untouched on a tiny platter, presented neatly.
" This is for me?”
Saiki nodded hesitantly.
“I guess it's fine since you left me one cookie. OUT OF TWENTY."
You crossed your arms across your chest, your face embedded into a scowl. His blank gaze expressed that he wasn’t the least bit sorry.
'Good grief-"
"gOoD gRIeF," you mocked in annoyance.
‘-I thought you would be happy that I did the dishes for you and cleaned up the mess you made,' your boyfriend brooded.
"The mess I made while I was baking the cookies you ate? Which I was gonna clean up after class anyways? I bet you only did it in the first place because you felt guilty for eating all of them."
He made no comment to confirm or deny your accusation.
"When did you even have time to eat all of these? I only made them a couple hours ago while you were napping," you nagged.
'A couple hours ago, after my nap. While you were in class,' he answered.
You scrunched up your nose and pulled your eyebrows down in disgust.
'Don't give me that look,' Saiki quipped. ‘If it makes you feel any better, they were very well made. I could tell you put a lot of thought in it.'
"Flattery's not gonna work on me...this time," you carped.
Saiki let out a weary sigh and got up from the couch.
'I heard your thoughts earlier. You really wanted me to like them.'
"So what?" You pouted.
You turned away from him in stubbornness when he stood in front of you.
' I was happy that you thought of me.'
Your disgruntled face was replaced with bashfulness as you felt your cheeks heat up. It wasn't every day that your boyfriend would openly state his emotions, even when they were downplayed. But you still refused to meet his eyes.
Saiki’s hand gently caressed your head, fondly ruffling your hair.
"I wanted to eat more than one," you mumbled, facing your boyfriend again.
'I know. Sorry,' he apologized. The rare smile he gave you was enough to melt your cold façade. There was no point in staying mad when he knew the right ways to get you to give in to him.
"Alright, I forgive you," you murmured.
You placed a peck on his smiling lips, leaning into him when he wrapped his arms around your waist.
'I'll go ahead and eat the last one if you don’t want it.'
“Make your own damn cookies next time.”