“Mutsuki, here’s some coffee.” Aura bustles over to greet Mutsuki the moment he steps out his door, rubbing his eyes in the morning light.
Urie scowls. “Mutsuki! I hired Touka to make pancakes.” Having Sasaki and Touka in the Chateau has certainly improved their food quality.
Mutsuki’s eyes brighten. “Yes, please.”
As Mutsuki hurries to the kitchen Aura narrows his eyes at Urie and draws a finger across his throat. Urie sticks his tongue out.
That’s it, Aura realizes with a snap. He’s going to bake Mutsuki the best cake ever.
Three-layered. Like a wedding cake.
Aura sits back to allow Urie to fawn over Mutsuki during breakfast. He’ll make up for everything with his cake idea.
That afternoon, Aura steals Higemaru’s strawberry-stuffed cake recipe and slips into the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Saiko looks up, her hand most definitely in the cookie jar. Her other hand is on Hsaio’s chest.
Aura gulps. “Baking Tooru a cake.”
Hsaio and Saiko exchange grins.
“We’ll leave you to it then,” Saiko says slyly.
Urie bounds in five minutes later. “I smell baking!”
“I’m baking Tooru a cake,” Aura grumbles, hugging the mixing bowl to his chest.
“Let me decorate it.”
“No!” Aura grabs the bowl of emerald frosting he made, balancing it precariously with the mixing bowl. “Mine.”
“Tooru’s!” Urie begs. “Not yours. Let me help, please.” He will not be owned by this overgrown runt.
“Nope.” Aura screams as Urie lunges for him. The bowls fly in the air.
“What’s all this?” Mutsuki strolls into the kitchen to see Urie covered in frosting and Aura dripping vanilla cake mix.
Well, that’s it. He’ll take a page out of Takeomi’s book. Urie drops to his knees. “Marry me!”