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He just wanted to do something nice for Cheng Xiaoshi. He can’t have forgotten how Xiaoshi baked these biscuits, it was such a key memory of his from the very beginning, before his endless loops through time feeling the life of Xiaoshi slip through his fingers again and again. He could remember it like it was yesterday, Xiaoshi’s soft gaze, as he slowly guided him through it, those soft hands leading him through the steps.
So why was it like this? He followed it, doing everything Xiaoshi had done.
The biscuits were lumpy and misshapen like someone had chucked a pile of sand onto the paper, actually, sand would’ve looked more appealing than this.
“Lu Guang, what are? Oh, are you baking?! Let me see, pleaseeeee.” And how could he resist when Xiaoshi looked at him like that, those puppy eyes silently begging.
Xiaoshi’s face lit up like a kid’s on Christmas, as he reluctantly revealed them to him. “Wowww Lu Guang in the kitchen. What has the world come too?”
His ears burned. “Wanted to make something for you.”
“Awwww, Guangguang, love you too.” He gave him a hug, that familiar warmth and pressure bringing emotions long buried to the surface, something protective and messy as he let himself fall into Cheng Xiaoshi’s embrace if only for a moment.
“I might have messed up somewhere?” It was a whisper, but Xiaoshi still heard, pulling away, taking away the warmth he craved.
“Oh? Well I’m sure they taste good." Xiaoshi had already snatched one off the tray before he could stop him. “Ouch!”
“They’re still hot.” He deadpanned.
“You could’ve told me that before, meanie.” Xiaoshi’s expression scrunched up as he stuck out his tongue. Before putting the aforementioned hot biscuit into his mouth. Having the audacity to complain that it was hot again.
Idiot.
“They’re good.”
All he could do was sigh. “You don’t have to lie Xiaoshi.”
“I’m serious, they're pretty good.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” The ravenette slung his arm over Lu Guang’s shoulder, the soft strands of hair brushing against his skin. “Maybe you should be the baker.”
He huffed a laugh. “No thanks. I’ll leave that to you.”
“Fine, but you’re depriving me of Lu Guang homebaked biscuits, how will I survive?”
“Just like you always have, idiot.”
It was nice, him and Xiaoshi just existing together. No jobs, no drama. Just them two, as it should be.