𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔥𝔪𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢-𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

B A K I N G L E S S O N

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(If you would like, you can follow the upcoming recipe, because it is a real recipe I found online! <3 )

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- Today is the day you decided to teach Brahms how to cook and/or bake. You wanted him to know how to do simple and basic tasks, like making himself a meal or something to eat in case there ever was a time that you were not there. You walked down the hall to Brahms' room, where he sat on his bed, examining a piece of your clothing. You knocked gently on the door frame before you entered, and in a panic, he shoved the shirt under his pillow. -

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- You raised a brow and walked over to his bed, plopping down and swiftly pulling out the shirt. 

"Having trouble sleeping again?" You frowned and gently took his hand, rubbing your small thumb over his knuckles. He hummed softly and looked away, embarrassed that you caught him with your shirt. -

- Brahms has been experiencing nightmares, mostly about his parents and their passing. When he gets these nightmares, he has a tendency to sneak into your closet and pull out a shirt or dress, and hold it against his face while he sleeps. The first time you caught him doing this, you thought it was terribly creepy, but after he explained why he did it and apologized, you felt bad for him.-

- You never really thought about how hard it was for him to lose his parents. Whenever you find one of your shirts in his bed or under his pillow, you tell him that any night he can't sleep alone, and if your presence brings comfort, he is more than welcome to sleep in your bed with you, but he always denies the offer. You believe it's because he doesn't want to appear weak or sad in front of you.-

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- You rolled your shirt up and sighed, giving him a sad look before letting go of his hand and standing. His eyes followed you as you left the room, and then after a few moments, you returned. You held a new shirt in your hand, one much softer and cleaner, so it didn't smell like body odor. The shirt he had grabbed had been a rather scratchy material, and you wore it while working out in the garden.-

- You smiled and handed him the clean shirt. "This one should smell much nicer."

He took it hesitantly and slipped it underneath his pillow. You watched as the large man stood and stretched, then fixed his dark, curly hair. He looked down at you, and you trotted out of his room, knowing he would follow after. You hummed as you made your way down the hall, to the stairs, and into the kitchen.-

As Brahms entered the kitchen, he took notice of the ingredients that were scattered on the table and counter. You greeted him with a smile and handed him a large apron while securing a smaller one on yourself. He appeared puzzled as to why he needed to wear it. 

"Alright, come over here and pick out what you want to make for breakfast."-

- Brahms slowly walked over and stood next to you as you looked through your notes in a small book. The book contained all of your recipes, each page had a date it had been written, the number of ingredients needed, and the title. As you flipped through the recipes, Brahms let out a small huff and grabbed a certain page, turning it back.

"Muffin...."-

- He whispered under his breath, his eyes seeming to light up at just the thought. You smiled and read the directions, moving to the fridge and then the cupboards to grab the tools and ingredients needed. 

"Alright, the first thing we need to do is wash our blueberries."-

- You handed Brahms a small container with blueberries and a strainer, signaling he put the berries into the strainer and wash them with cold water. As he did so, you continued to read, you moved over to the stove and turned the dial to preheat the oven to 375. You turned back to Brahms, who looked proud of himself for washing the berries. He handed them to you and hummed softly as if asking, 'What's next?'-