"I'm baking," Erza says proudly.

Natsu and Gray scoff doubtfully.

"Shut up. I'm baking."

"What exactly are you baking?" Mira asks kindly.

"A cupcake."

"But why?" her friend asks with raised eyebrows.

"Because.. I'm hungry."

- 

"Hello," he says, his cloak billowing in the evening wind.

"Hey," Erza replies, smiling up at him nervously.

They had been meeting under the bridge, near the canal every night since the Grand Magic Games had started. Shameless, Erza knew. Shameless she had no self-control.

"I..made you something."

His Mystogan mask shifts slightly. Erza thinks he might be smiling.

"A cupcake," she blurts out. "It's stupid and I-"

"No," Jellal whispers smoothly. "I think it's perfect."