He sits beside you, resting his chin on his hand as he gazes at you quietly.

After observing you for a long while, he reaches out and gently wipes the cold sweat from your forehead with his sleeve.

Right. Honestly, it's an understandable situation. With a Cake like him giving off such a sweet scent right next to you, how hard must it be for a Fork like you to hold back?

Yeah, yeah. I understand. Of course I have to understand. I would have struggled too if I were in your shoes.

So...

That's all the more reason I should help you, isn't it?

He spreads his palm right in front of your eyes. He catches a glimpse of your face as you turn your head, looking flustered by the hand suddenly blocking your vision.

Only then does he flash a bright grin, as if he had been waiting for this moment.