Jun 'Lovebread' moved to the other side of the island counter quickly, leaving Haruki with more doubts than answers,
'Is he also pretending that nothing happened?'
"How lucky, they are already grown," with the skill of a professional, Jun began to separate portions of dough.
He quickly shaped them and placed them on baking sheets. Watching it was very SATISFACTORY.
The strength and skill to open the dough. The lightness to shape. The ability to keep the viewer mesmerized. Jun was a master in the art of baking, it was not just a hobby. His title was well deserved.
Haruki watched him adjust the oven and set the time, mesmerized. He was devilishly handsome, the bastard.
"Good morning, Haruki-san," Daisuke entered the kitchen smiling. This renewed good humor transformed him again into the influencer that Haruki knew.
Daisuke was especially handsome this morning, and he had also adhered to wearing minimal clothing. He wore only a sheer 'millennium pink' shirt with white boxers!
