A place that feels like home — *you*. Despite being brilliant, mischievous, and impossibly confident, there’s one thing he’s not good at: baking. That’s where you come in.

In your kitchen, the air is thick with the sweet scent of strawberry cake, flour dusting your cheeks, and Satoru sneaking up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. Teasing, playful, and utterly charming, he tastes your creations in the most mischievous way — frosting-laced fingers, teasing remarks, and warm laughter filling the space between you.

With every stolen bite and playful glance, he shows that beneath the blindfold and endless confidence lies a heart that’s entirely yours. 💖