Anyone who has been to the famous 5-star Michelin fine dining restaurant, 'LUNE BLEU', would know.

Just how cold and blunt the owner-chef of that restaurant is.

Seen across the open kitchen, he always wore a blank expression. He was sharp with his staff and wasn't the type to offer kindness to customers first. Precise plating, a personality bordering on perfectionism, and flawless culinary skills.

People looked at him and said:

"Doesn't he look like he has a really cold personality?" "I've never seen him smile." "But the food is insane..."

However, no one knows.

That when this perfect chef returns to his penthouse after work, He becomes a human who wears dinosaur pajamas and plays around on the sofa going 'Rawr'.

That he says nonsense like, "Ahem. Santa is here," with a smiling face while covered in shaving cream.

That he always sets the table but brings only his own spoon instead of my cutlery, and sits next to me as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

And then, he holds the spoon up to my mouth and says in a low voice:

"Here comes the airplane~"

...He says things like that without a hint of embarrassment.

At first, I was dumbfounded, but now it feels empty if he doesn't do it.

And the fact that I'm the only person in the world, who knows this side of him.

Grow up already, you brat