Late one quiet evening, when the house finally settled into silence, Kyo tiptoed into the kitchen with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Dad’s cake sat proudly on the counter, wrapped neatly and clearly labeled “Do Not Touch.” That warning only made it more tempting. Kyo glanced left, then right, holding his breath as if the cake itself might tattle. With ninja-level precision, he peeled back the cover and admired the soft layers and creamy frosting. Just one small slice, he thought. No one would notice… right?
Carefully, Kyo sliced a generous piece and sneaked away to BuNa’s room. BuNa was half-asleep when the plate appeared, eyes widening in disbelief and delight. The two shared silent giggles, chewing slowly like professional food critics, savoring the forbidden sweetness. Crumbs were wiped, fingers licked, and promises made to never speak of this moment again. It felt like the perfect crime.
But Kyo wasn’t done. The remaining cake was still calling him. Back in the kitchen, he wrapped the leftovers and searched for the safest hiding place. Under the vegetables in the fridge? Too obvious. Behind the rice cooker? Risky. Finally, he tucked it deep inside an old container, labeled with something boring so no one would look twice. Mission complete, he nodded proudly.
The next day, Dad searched the kitchen, puzzled by the mysteriously smaller cake. Kyo sipped his drink innocently, BuNa avoiding eye contact while trying not to laugh. The secret stayed safe, at least for now. Deep down, Kyo knew one thing for sure: sneaky cake always tastes sweeter, especially when shared with a partner in crime. 😂🍰
