MamaMarzipan

“Please, Luca?” His expression is the very definition of stoic as he stares down at you, a tray of cheesecake between his mitten clad palms. You are trying ever-so-valiantly to keep your smile at bay and [e/c] eyes from straying towards the frilly apron he has borrowed from one of the maids. Of course, his own apron was ruined when Libertà, Nova and Felicità attempted to cook up breakfast for Mondo yesterday as a ‘Father’s Day’ present, and he’s not going to smarm his pristine suit – even if it means wearing something so degrading. He purses his lips before gently placing the tray of moist

It was early in the morning, a while before classes started, and you were supposed to be working on a mission with your squad. However, funny as it would seem, they had left without you. Simple as that. After questioning their antics with the higher ups, it turned out you had been reassigned to help out Yukio with his classes. Well, you couldn’t really complain with an answer like that. So for the past few days you’d been doing your job as somewhat of an assistant teacher, enjoying it so much that you were going to inquire if you could keep the job for a little while longer. Teaching the next generation of Meisters was an interest