BAKING DONUTS. . .

"You make it difficult to not overthink

And when I'm with you I turn all shades of pink, 

I wanna touch you but don't wanna be weird,

It's such a rush, I'm thinking wish you were here."

crush : tessa violet

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"Yashiro, uh." Amane cleared his throat and nervously fiddled with his fingers. "About the baking project, can I, uhm, go to your house instead?"

Yashiro stared at Amane with no emotion (at least, not an emotion Amane can read), unblinking. Amane wondered if it's the combination of horror and despair written on his face because Yashiro's eyes widened in shock.

Amane panicked immediately. "I mean! If that's okay with you, though! You don't have to agree if you don't want to, I was just asking—"

"Amane-kun," Yashiro interrupted as she grinned up at him, her eyelashes hiding her amber eyes slightly before she stood up straight. "It's fine. I would actually appreciate it if you come over to my home, instead."

"You would appreciate it," Amane echoed in disbelief, then he visibly relaxed, a relieved sigh leaving his lips. "Great. Saturday, right?" Yashiro happily nodded. "It's a date, then." Amane wiggled his eyebrows.

Yashiro blushed. "Amane-kun! Don't just say that!"

Amane ran away.

"Amane-kun, we're classmates! Where are you going—!?"

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"Okay, so this is how it's going to go," Amane told himself. "You're going to go in there, greet Yashiro and her parents, bake the donuts with her, and leave; that's all. No more, no less. Control yourself, Amane. Don't be a coward." He repeated it a few more times before he finally reached for the door.

He rang the doorbell — the sound of the classic tone almost pained Amane because of how loud it is. All of his nerves were in overdrive, he's pretty sure his brain just exploded.

And then he immediately freaked out, his mind screaming to run away and cry, but somehow, his feet were planted on the ground. Magic.

The door opened.

Amane squeaked, his eyes shut tight on instinct.

"Oh?" An unfamiliar voice mused. "Are you the boy Nene said will come over for the baking project?"

Amane opened his eyes, only to see a woman who seemed to be in her early thirties, leaning on the doorframe with a smirk. She looked intimidating with her perfectly neat blouse and black, skin-tight pants, her outfit alone screamed business woman. Her eyes resembled Yashiro's eyes, except hers were sparkling with amusement — almost as if. . .

Realization dawned on Amane. He bowed and mentally scolded himself. "Good afternoon, Yashiro-san!" He straightened his posture. "My name is Yugi Amane. Sorry for the intrusion."

Crap.

It's her mom.

At least it isn't her dad or her older brother or something.

Does she even have an older brother?

"Ah— 'kā-san! I told you that I'm going to answer the door!" Yashiro screeched, her face colored in embarrassment. She looked at Amane. "I am so sorry. Come in, please."

Amane reluctantly entered the household, his own cheeks burning. Is it me or is it suddenly hot in here? He took off his shoes and wore the slippers Yashiro offered.

His eye caught Yashiro's. And it was then he just realized the way Yashiro. . .looked. It was definitely not fancy, just dressed in a casual shirt and a skirt. Yeah, very casual. But that wasn't what caught Amane's attention— no, Yashiro tied her hair up in a high bun, two clips on her right to keep her bangs away.

Pretty, was the first thought that came to Amane's mind, his hand itching to play with her hair. He tried to look around the house and distract himself from his crush next to him, to no avail. You tried, Amane. It's okay.

"Amane, right?" Yashiro's mom inquired, watching Amane with her sharp eyes. Amane gulped, the feeling of someone judging his every move is already swirling in his brain like an uncontrolled hurricane. "I've heard a lot about you. You're a nice boy. I hope the project goes well." She added a wink at the end.

Amane froze, trying to process what she just implied.

Mama Yashiro turned to her daughter. "Alright, Nene, I'll be attending the meeting, okay? If you two have missing ingredients, then just send me a text and I'll be sure to tend to it as soon as meeting's over." Yashiro hopped over to her mom as she planted a kiss on her cheek. 

"Bye, mom!" Yashiro chirped. "Get there safely."

She laughed. "Of course. You two better leave me some donuts and I'll be sure to fetch a drink or two." Yashiro's mom then eyed Amane. "I trust that you're in good hands." She then twirled around, bag in hand and waved. "I'll be off!"

The door closed.

Oh my God.

"So, let's start?" Yashiro asked, already headed to the kitchen, leaving Amane no choice but to trail after her. "We have all the ingredients and baking supplies so I think we'll be fine."

"Yeah, of course."

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"So, we're finally alone, huh?" Amane smirked suggestively, throwing some sprinkles on their freshly frosted donuts.

Yashiro huffed and looked away from him, hiding her blush. "Amane-kun, don't get distracted, please."

"Why not? You've very pretty. It would be a shame if it isn't appreciated," Amane said casually.

"You know, I never realized how easy it is to bake donuts," Yashiro began, changing the subject, her eyes still trained on the tray of donuts she was frosting. Amane noticed her whole face is literally burning. "I'm glad we got this project because I have always wanted to learn how to make them!"

Amane smiled, he found it endearing how Yashiro would stick her tongue out in focus. "Donuts are my favorite, I love them." He then added sprinkles on top carefully, glancing at Yashiro from time to time.

He can't help it — Yashiro is so adorable. He kept on getting distracted by her. It was absolute madness, Amane was wondering the whole time if the Gods above did this to him on purpose as a test. Not that he's complaining, though. This is heaven for him; he wanted to just stay there forever.

"Amane-kun, you have frosting," Yashiro pointed out, gesturing towards Amane's left cheek. "Here. . .let me just—" She then leaned closer and used her thumb to wipe away the frosting Amane must've gotten from sneaking a taste. He almost forgot how to breathe. "There you go!"

Yashiro grinned and Amane just melted right then and there. He hated how cute she looked with a smile on her face along with a slight red dusting her cheeks, Amane fell in love with it when they first met. Amane's been waiting for the time where her cute smile would be less effective on him, but the day never comes; not that Amane's against it or anything.

"Thanks," he said. And he meant it. Not just from the donuts, but for everything. For making him happy. For brightening his day.

"You're welcome!" Yashiro answered back, oblivious of what Amane meant. 

Amane silently thanked her more — for being the way she is, for being so nice to him, for never failing to make him laugh, for all the memories they made together, for all the laughter, for all the jokes, for staying with him, and, most importantly, for agreeing to bake some donuts with him. It's personally his favorite moment now.

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Requested by: Mokkeangels

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