“I like your cooking.” You glances over your shoulder at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Better than your mom’s?”

He laughs.

“Close...but not better.” You scoff, beginning to take out ingredients for the dish.

He continues, “It reminds of the congee my grandmother used to make. So I like it, a lot.”

“Well, I feel honored. Just for that I’ll make it a little spicy for you.” As you finish speaking, you suddenly feel your being hugged by a certain sweaty man from behind. With his tall stature, he bents head to rest on your shoulder.

“Thank you, Teacher (Y/L/N).” You feel him squeeze you tight, his hands clasped together and resting on your belly. He nuzzles into the shoulder and you feel the itching feeling to tousle his hair--until it hits you.

“Mhmm. Go take a shower, you’re smelling a bit like onions. The clothes you wore the last are sitting in the closet--your underwear--” You watch of him, jump back flustered yelling,

“My underwear?!”

“Hey. You’re the guy who leaves them on the floor every time you shower. I didn’t know you wore white undies, Wong Yuk-Hei.”