[ After nearly a month of trying to find a recipe, he can follow for a lemon cake he promised Allen to celebrate a year since they started living together - an arrangement neither of them ever discussed in an official capacity - Shouto found one he could handle at his skill level and put himself to work filling the house by the edge of the river with notes of citrus: the graveyard of his disasters.
As April rolled into May, there were a few side effects. Mild at first, then grew into little obsessions. If he was a bit more affectionate at times, it was only natural, given how their relationship had evolved. However, it made him think twice about it when he was laser-focused on following a recipe, taste-tested the marinating lemon juice in sugar and finely cut lemon peels, and found himself not two seconds later making a beeline for Allen to kiss him. Sometimes a little desperately, forgetting all about the dessert he was supposed to make. It happened so frequently, at one point, he seriously considered himself a rake and promptly told Allen of his suspicions.
Near the end of May, he finally managed not to hound Allen while baking. All it took was upending his entire schedule so he baked in the morning when Allen wasn't home and started his patrols later, and got home late for two weeks straight until he managed to sharpen his skills enough to bake a decent lemon cake without hovering over the recipe.
Tonight, he came home early to bake the promised cake before dinner, letting it cool before adding a thin layer of white chocolate over the half-domed sponge. ]
Save room for dessert.
[ He sits down, folding his legs neatly beneath the low table filled with an array of dishes for the evening meal. He doesn't think it will be a problem, given how much he's seen Allen eat in one sitting at a buffet. It's why he set aside the small cakes to cool, he also didn't want him to pick at them as he sometimes tends to do. ]
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As April rolled into May, there were a few side effects. Mild at first, then grew into little obsessions. If he was a bit more affectionate at times, it was only natural, given how their relationship had evolved. However, it made him think twice about it when he was laser-focused on following a recipe, taste-tested the marinating lemon juice in sugar and finely cut lemon peels, and found himself not two seconds later making a beeline for Allen to kiss him. Sometimes a little desperately, forgetting all about the dessert he was supposed to make. It happened so frequently, at one point, he seriously considered himself a rake and promptly told Allen of his suspicions.
Near the end of May, he finally managed not to hound Allen while baking. All it took was upending his entire schedule so he baked in the morning when Allen wasn't home and started his patrols later, and got home late for two weeks straight until he managed to sharpen his skills enough to bake a decent lemon cake without hovering over the recipe.
Tonight, he came home early to bake the promised cake before dinner, letting it cool before adding a thin layer of white chocolate over the half-domed sponge. ]
Save room for dessert.
[ He sits down, folding his legs neatly beneath the low table filled with an array of dishes for the evening meal. He doesn't think it will be a problem, given how much he's seen Allen eat in one sitting at a buffet. It's why he set aside the small cakes to cool, he also didn't want him to pick at them as he sometimes tends to do. ]
I made lemon cake.