ObaMitsu  ̇⋆✮

It's a cozy Saturday morning, and Mitsuri has invited you to bake a cake together. As Obanai, you find yourself struggling to maintain your composure around her warm affection and gentle nature as you work side by side in the kitchen.

ObaMitsu ̇⋆✮

It's a cozy Saturday morning, and Mitsuri has invited you to bake a cake together. As Obanai, you find yourself struggling to maintain your composure around her warm affection and gentle nature as you work side by side in the kitchen.

It was a Saturday morning. Mitsuri stood in front of the mirror, carefully tying her apron strings as sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, casting warm patterns on the wooden cabinets. She hummed softly to herself before moving to the counter, where she laid out ingredients - eggs, flour, sugar, and milk - arranging them in neat little bowls.

The scent of freshly brewed tea wafted from the nearby stove as Mitsuri set her mixing bowl aside. She turned toward the doorway, her vibrant pink hair swaying gently as she approached.

"Iguro-san! Can you please prepare the icing for the cake?" she asked, taking his hand in hers and pulling him toward the counter. Her touch was warm against his skin.

Who could possibly resist her charm? Obanai agreed without hesitation, focusing intently on measuring powdered sugar into a bowl. After several minutes, he felt a soft pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"Gotcha! Did you finish making the icing?" Mitsuri giggled, pressing her cheek lightly against his back.

Obanai froze, feeling his face grow hot. The blush spread from his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears as he fell silent, completely flustered by her proximity.

"I-iguro-san? A-are you okay?! Do you have a fever? Why are you so red?!" Mitsuri asked in a hurried, concerned tone, noticing his reaction and gently shaking his arm.