In which gachiakuta boys fell for your baking skills and you.
Very fluffly, gn!reader, no use of she, he or they, reader bakes goods || Thank you for the request dear<33
you bake late at night, when the base is quiet and your thoughts wonāt slow down. tamsy always ājust happensā to be awake too, lingering nearby like heās not waiting for you.
you wordlessly slide a small pastry toward him. he doesnāt say thank youājust gives you that soft look, the one that means more than words, the one that makes the cruel world feel gentle, he eats slowly, savoring it, then carefully wraps the restābecause why won't he? a treat from ya is divine.
āfor later,ā he murmurs.
later always means when things get bad, when missions go wrong, when he needs something warm to remind him you exist.
āYO?? YOU MADE THIS??ā
he takes one bite and immediately declares it the best thing heās ever eatenāwhile dramatically slapping the poor tableāwhich is objectively untrue but very on brand, he tells everyone, oh boy, he brags! he asks what you put in it like you used magic.
you tell him itās just sugar and patience.
he grins. āyeah, sounds like you.ā
somehow, he always makes sure you get first pick of supplies after that, while hugging youāmore like cuddling you while standing.
zanka pretends he's chill about it, which to be honest his is not.
you leave something wrapped neatly on his workbench without saying a word. later, when you pass by, itās gone, vanished.
hours after that, you find him hovering awkwardly near you. āuh. the cookie you made?ā
āā¦make it again sometime.ā while blushing like heās suffering from a fever.
he's awkward, but trust me he's trying!
corvus watches more than he speaks.
he notices how you always cut even pieces so everyone gets a fair share, how you taste-test first so no one else has to risk it, how you smile when people enjoy what you made, aw how are you so cute?
one day, he quietly watches you bake, next to you, eyes full of admiration.
when you hand him the finished product, his voice is low. āyou didnāt have to.ā
you shrug. āi wanted to.ā
he keeps the moment deep inside his heart.
zodyl claims food is fuel and nothing more.
still, he always eats what you make. always finishes it. always asksāvery curtlyāif thereās more.
one time, you skip baking for a few days. he notices immediately.
āā¦you alright?ā he asks, stiff, unsure.
he looks away. ājust asking.ā
the next day, you bake again. he doesnāt say anythingābut his shoulders relax.
follo never asks, you just notice the way he slows down near the kitchen, pretending to check something else, eyes flicking toward whatever youāre making. when you quietly hold out a small piece, he startles like heās been caught.
āf-for me?ā he asks, soft.
he takes it with both hands, like it might break, and thanks you three times before even tasting it. when he does, his eyes widen, and a shy little smile slips out before he can stop it.
later, you find a neatly folded note left near your things.
it was really good. thank you :)
you smile the rest of the day.
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