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Yuki adjusted the camera angle for the fourth time, muttering under his breath. The ring light was too bright, the counter wasn’t centered, and he was beginning to regret agreeing to this at all. It wasn’t his first stream, but it was his first baking stream since the incident.
The infamous kissing incident.
Pierre, his beloved boyfriend, had kissed him on stream—fully aware Liam Lawson was sitting right there, mid-bite into noodles. Liam had frozen, noodles dangling from his chopsticks, staring into the void like his soul had left his body. Unfortunately, the camera had caught everything, and the six thousand people watching live had witnessed chaos unfold. The internet exploded: memes, edits, reaction videos. Weeks later, people were still talking about it.
And now? Yuki was attempting tiramisu. His and Pierre’s favorite dessert. The one Pierre had been begging him to make again, the one Yuki had been practicing until the dead of night. With their anniversary around the corner, this batch had to be perfect.
Unfortunately, chaos was inevitable. Because Pierre was in the kitchen, “helping.” And Liam had installed himself at the dining table, snacks in hand, moderating the chat like a smug referee.
Yuki sighed, forced his face into something calm, and hit “Go Live.”
“We’re live,” he muttered.
The chat exploded immediately.
Chat
User1: OMG CHEF TSUNODA’S BACKKKK
User2: blink twice if pierre forced you
User3: BF STREAM LET’S GO
User4: after THE KISS too?? bold move
User5: HI PIERREEEEE
Yuki narrowed his eyes at Pierre, who was standing stiffly next to him with a grin that only widened under the glare. “This was my idea, not his. Voluntary cooking stream.”
“Sure, mon amour,” Pierre said sweetly.
Yuki slapped his chest lightly. “Stop.” His lips betrayed him, curling into a giggle.
Pierre gasped theatrically. “I didn’t even do anything!”
Chat
User6: get a room challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)
User7: single awareness stream 🥲
User8: BRO STOPPP
User9: ew (affectionate)
“Anyway,” Yuki huffed, turning to the camera, “we’re making tiramisu. Pierre’s been begging for it for weeks.”
“Oui, weeks of suffering,” Pierre said solemnly, then ruined it with a fond grin.
Liam, crunching chips with chopsticks, didn’t bother hiding his smirk. “Suffering? You’re practically glowing, mate.”
Chat
User10: liam the professional third wheel returns
User11: respect for the 4k seat
“Liam, no one asked you,” Yuki muttered, though laughter slipped out.
“Alright, Pi—egg yolks separated. Carefully.” He slid a bowl toward Pierre.
Pierre saluted. “Yes, chef.” He cracked an egg cleanly, then smugly wiggled his eyebrows at the camera. “See? Useful.”
Chat
User12: bf points unlocked
User13: either he’s smitten or whipped. possibly both
“Both,” Liam said flatly without looking up.
Yuki gave him a look, but his smile wouldn’t stay hidden.
–
Once the yolks were ready, Yuki set up the double boiler. Steam rose from the pot, and he carefully placed the bowl on top, whisk in hand.
“Tank top lore explained,” he muttered, rolling his eyes at chat. “I didn’t want to burn another hoodie sleeve. Last time steam caught it and—” He mimed smoke rising. “Poof.”
Pierre leaned down beside him, pretending to waft the steam dramatically. “It was very cinematic. Flames, shouting, me running for the sink—”
“Do you want me to ban you from the kitchen?” Yuki snapped, lips twitching into a reluctant grin.
Liam raised a hand lazily. “Ban me too. Less stressful than watching you two flirt over custard.”
Chat
User14: THE HOODIE FIRE HAS LORE
User15: HELP NOT THE FIRE INCHIDENT 😭
User16: pierre secretly loves the chaos
–
As the eggs thickened into zabaglione, Pierre whisked sugar in smoothly, his other hand steadying Yuki’s bowl.
“See, teamwork,” Pierre said softly, grinning down at him.
“Don’t act smug. You’re just stirring.”
“I’m stirring with love.”
Chat
User17: ENOUGH 😭😭😭
User18: love makes the zabaglione thick apparently
–
They set the custard aside to cool, then Yuki grabbed a second bowl. “Okay, mascarpone time. Two containers, because we’re making two batches today.”
Pierre perked up. “Two?”
“Yes,” Yuki said matter-of-factly. “One for the stream, and one… for our anniversary.” His cheeks turned faintly pink.
Chat
User19: ANNIVERSARY CONFIRMED???
User20: BOYFRIEND LORE DROP
User21: WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN
Liam read aloud, smirking: “Chat wants a timeline. How did you two even meet?”
Pierre brightened instantly. “Ah, that’s easy. 2021, when Liam was reserve driver. He introduced us. Merci, Liam.”
“I regret it every day,” Liam deadpanned, popping another chip into his mouth.
Yuki rolled his eyes, though his lips curved up. “And… we started dating a year later. Same month, actually. So yes. This tiramisu is also for our anniversary.”
Chat
User22: THEY WAITED A WHOLE YEAR??
User23: slow burn irl romance
User24: liam the ultimate wingman
Yuki folded the mascarpone into the cooled custard carefully, muscles flexing as the cream turned silky. Pierre leaned against the counter, watching shamelessly.
“Pi, coffee’s ready—dip the ladyfingers quickly, not drowning them,” Yuki instructed.
“Oui, chef.” Pierre dipped each biscuit with exaggerated precision. “Not too soggy, not too dry. Perfect for mon amour.”
Yuki groaned, fighting a smile. “You’re unbearable.”
Chat
User25: the flirting is constant help
User26: pierre is SO gone for him omg
As they layered cream and coffee-soaked biscuits into the two loaf containers, Liam suddenly asked, voice far too casual:
“Okay, but Pierre—chat wants to know. How do you actually like Yuki? What’s the appeal?”
Pierre froze mid-layer, spatula hovering. He blinked at Liam, then at the flood of messages exploding across the screen. Slowly, a grin tugged at his lips as he glanced at Yuki.
“Ah… where to start?” Pierre said softly, smoothing mascarpone over the biscuit. “He makes me laugh every day. He’s stubborn, but in the most inspiring way. He fights for everything he loves. And…” He leaned just a little closer, shoulder brushing Yuki’s. “…he makes even chaos feel like home.”
Yuki’s whisk paused midair, his ears immediately pink. “…You didn’t have to say it like that on stream.”
Pierre only smiled wider. “But it’s true.”
Chat
User27: BRO STOP I’M CRYING
User28: liam please shut this down
User29: pierre just killed me live
Liam rolled his eyes but didn’t stop the grin twitching at his mouth. “Alright, philosopher Gasly, go deeper then. You always dodge when people ask serious stuff.”
Pierre’s movements slowed. He set the spatula down carefully, expression softening in that way that made Yuki immediately wary.
“…You know, 2021 wasn’t my best year,” Pierre admitted, still layering but his tone had shifted. Honest. Heavy with something. “On track, off track… I was burning out. And then there was Yuki. He didn’t even realize it, but he kept me sane. He never tiptoed around me—just said whatever was on his mind. Sometimes blunt, sometimes ridiculous, but always real. It reminded me there was more than racing stress, more than pressure.”
Yuki ducked his head, muttering, “You’re making me sound like some therapist with bad table manners.”
Pierre laughed, bumping him with his elbow. “Exactly. The best kind.”
Chat
User29: not me tearing up over tiramisu therapy
User30: YUKI BEING THE UNKNOWING HERO
User31: protect him at all costs
“And it’s not just me,” Pierre continued, voice warming. “I saw him in Faenza, teaching kids—half of them barely understanding him because his Italian was…” He trailed off, smirking. “Let’s just say unique.”
Yuki groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Oh my god, stop. I told you not to bring that up.”
Pierre ignored him, eyes still on the cream. “But he tried. He kept showing up, kept speaking until the kids smiled. And now?” He switched to Italian briefly, a simple line, complimenting the tiramisu they were making. His accent crisp, Yuki’s name folded in. “He can hold conversations. He’ll deny it, but he can.”
“…Shut up,” Yuki mumbled, pink spreading to his neck. “It’s just basic. I stopped learning.”
Pierre’s smile turned softer. “But you tried. That’s what I like. You never give up on people. Even when you think you’re not good enough, you show up. That’s rare.”
The kitchen went quiet except for the clink of Liam’s chopsticks against the bowl he’d stolen custard from. He watched them with narrowed eyes, though his smirk betrayed him.
“Chat,” Liam said solemnly, “they’re gonna make me diabetic before this tiramisu even sets.”
Chat
User32: HELP THIS IS TOO MUCH
User33: liam third-wheeling LIVE
User34: anniversary tiramisu therapy edition
Yuki finally looked up, cheeks hot, but his hands kept working, pressing the last biscuit into the tray. “…You really didn’t have to say all that.”
Pierre immediately stole a spoonful from the first container. “Mmm. Perfect, just like you.”
Yuki’s blush betrayed him, lips twitching into a smile. “You’re the worst.”
Chat
User35: GET A ROOM ALREADY
User36: PLEASE STOP THIS MADNESS
User37: i’m saving this vod for historical purposes
User38: bro the anniversary tiramisu is canon now
User39: liam deserves danger pay
Then two new messages popped up, instantly sending the chat into meltdown:
Chat
MaxVerstappen33: ayo yuki what is this stream 💀💀💀
Charles_Leclerc: I miss you. Bring tiramisu to Monaco next time, please 🙏🏻
Yuki groaned, covering his face with both hands. “Nope. Ending. Stream’s over.”
Pierre laughed so hard he nearly dropped the cocoa tin, while Liam cackled at the table. “World champion and the prince of Ferrari in your chat, mate. Congrats.”
Yuki hit “End Stream” with a sharp click, the final screen freezing on Pierre smug with stolen tiramisu, Liam wheezing, and Yuki glowing red as the flood of GET A ROOM memes drowned the chat.