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the day marked kento's 177th visit to your bakery. every day before and after work, he was met with the soft sound of your voice and that sweet smile of yours.

you were bringing peace to his tired soul without even knowing it.

even if the doorbell was heard, kento didn't meet your eyes, but the ones of the pink haired boy. he watched as he smiled before calling for you;

"ms. y/n! sandwich!"

you quickly made your way out of the kitchen, flour's white powder staining your cheeks. you smiled at kento, wiping your hands on your apron.

"yuji, please go to the kitchen to check the oven's timer"

"yes, ma'am!"

once the boy was behind the kitchen's door, you focused entirely on kento.

"so, now i'm sandwich?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"oh, ignore him... he has such nicknames for mostly every customer" you laughed.

"is he picky about who to serve, too?"

"yuji? never. this boy is too kind for that" you smiled.

"he just... follows my orders to not serve you"

"oh? and why's that?" he asked, his lips tugging upwards.

"i want to be the only one to serve you..." you murmured.

your cheeks were burning hot, and you felt like you were running down with a fever. yet, kento was in a similar situation.

your hearts were beating so fast· like they were ready to leap out of your chests and land in each other's arms.

"um... your usual, sir?"

"kento"

"huh?"

"please, call me kento"