Larson's POV

"Let me get this straight: you made her cookies?" I asked Kyle in the living room seriously. We were sitting next to each other on a couch.

He looked at me furiously and then shifted his gaze to the side.

"Well, yes, more like special cookies," he answered.

"And instead of taking them to Yuki's room, you were so exhausted that you decided to sleep?" I asked.

"Well, yes," he answered simply.

"And when you woke up, the cookies were not where you had left them ...