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Mizuki had grown up with a sister who was into fashion and An was their best friend. Her dad, Ken, had adopted them accidentally from how often they visited An at the café. Their sister used to like to bake cakes whenever they were sad and she had the ingredients ‘just lying around.’ Needless to say, they definitely knew how to bake somehow and someway.
Ena would disagree with that as she walked into their kitchen and flour coated the walls and the floors, tangling itself within their pink hair and staining their pink lash. With icing sugar all over the place too making it look more like a cocaine lab than ever. Their apron was stained with some liquid, maybe egg considering the amount of eggs shells littered the sides. And, in the centre of it all, was Mizuki with a whisk in hand and a defeated look on their face.
“Give me one good reason you shouldn’t sleep on the couch tonight,” Ena sighed, tapping her foot impatiently from the section in the kitchen. Thank God for open floor plans so she wouldn’t have to actually set foot into the kitchen as they stood their sheepishly.
“I love you?”
“Shit reason.”
“I tried baking a cake for you?”
“Was it blindfolded?”
“N-no…”
“Mizuki…”
They sighed once they realised that Ena was not budging from the stance she had taken in the living room. “I never claimed to be a baker. I just wanted to surprise you.”
“And you did it through baking?”
“I wanted to make you a cake you could post so we don’t go to café’s and spend a whole inheritance worth of money,” Mizuki tried to argue. “But it didn’t work out.”
“No. It didn’t…” Ena laughed slightly. Quietly. “How the fuck can you be a great chocolatier and struggle at making a cake?”
“Chocolate is so much easier…”
“That’s a bold face lie, have you not watched amateur bakers try to be chocolatiers? It takes time and effort and precision!” Ena protested. “Did you not watch the great British pastry off or whatever it was called?!”
“I was meant to watch that…”
“You are so sleeping on the couch tonight,” Ena huffed before looking at the kitchen. “But let’s clean this place up since I need to make dinner.”
“What’s the point in cleaning somewhere up when you’re only going to mess it up again?” Mizuki pointed out, but they had begun to make a start in cleaning up the mess, so they weren’t actually irritated or annoyed. More so resigned and accepting of the fact that Ena was an awful cook.
“How dare you?!” Ena gasped as she lingered in the doorway of the kitchen and the living room.
“Are you going to prove me wrong Enanan~~? Why don’t you come to the kitchen and prove me wrong~~?” they teased as they picked up all the eggshells and threw them out into the bin carelessly.
“Once you clean up this place.”
“Excuses,” Mizuki huffed. “Seriously? My poor heart, my own girlfriend doesn’t love me enough to help me clean up my gift for her! How tragic and-“
Mizuki was cut off on their spiel by a cloud of white flour heading towards their face. The powder hit their nose and dropped down onto their apron. It also got into their eyes a little too.
“This is war Ena!” They exclaimed grasping the box of icing sugar and fisting a handful tightly before throwing it at her. they would have to pay for a new outfit for an apology, but, right now, all that mattered was proving Ena wrong.
“Mizuki! I swear to God-“
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They had to order take out for dinner that night and, at two in the morning, they were still cleaning up the flour and sugar from their kitchen and into their living room. Ena nearly threw a fit once she saw the grey couch had white stains, but as Mizuki pointed out, it wouldn’t have gotten there if she didn’t take the first shot. Which was cheap and unfair in their opinion by the way.
“We are nowhere near done…” Ena huffed as she stripped the couch of its cushions to place in the washing machine so that there was no flour cushions on her pristine couch. Her hair was tied into a ponytail with strands that kept falling out and blocking her vision. She looked so good that way they thought.
“We aren’t,” Mizuki agreed as they wiped down the counter tops once more. “At least we had fun, right, princess?”
“Fun is an objective word,” Ena protested as she knelt on the floor and threw the cushion covers into the washing machines. “I prefer tortured needlessly.”
“Oh, you wound me.”
“Not enough considering you’re still breathing.”
“You love me too much to wish death upon me my darling.”
“That’s new,” Ena mused softly as she looked up to them.
“Why should I keep trying ot express my love for you in so simple ways? Do you take me for someone who does not cherish you?” they asked rhetorically. “In fact, let’s call it a night my love.”
“Mizuki… the house is so messy-“
“Like your bedroom before we moved in together? We can continue this tomorrow. Tonight, let us be one another.”
Ena paused and rolled her eyes, but she made no sound of protest as Mizuki led them to bed. In fact, she was yawning the whole way and pressing her face into their back since the texture was nice and soft for her brain.
They would fix the kitchen tomorrow and Mizuki would know they were not a baker. But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t try again to have some memories like that. Ena with flour in her hair and being all soft as they watched a show in bed together, specifically the ‘Great British Pastry Off’ as Mizuki called it.