Author's Note: Hello! In the middle of a Gruvia drought (when will we next see them in the manga T_T) and so, I have brought some Gruvia for you all! ...okay enough with the dramatic entrance.

I wrote this one for rain-on-me's birthday, even tried making it cake themed lol. Silly as per usual.

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"Gray-sama?" Juvia called his name from the kitchen in a sing-song voice, light and melodic in the hours just before sunset.

Having spent the day creating ice sculptures and fountains for a new holiday resort, the two had been exhausted on the way home, Juvia nodding off on Gray's shoulder half an hour into the journey whilst he stared out of the train window at nothing in particular — eyes glossing over the passing clouds and the sky as it slowly changed from shades of blue to pink and orange.

It had been a long day, the type that would usually end in a cool bath, warm dinner and them lounging around on the couch side by side, either flicking through channels on their TV lacrima or talking quietly late into the night.

But instead, the moment Juvia had burst through the front door, she'd been off like a shot, dropping her things in her room before rushing to the kitchen, her braided hair flapping behind her like two blue whips.

Gray, on the other hand, had just blinked after her in confusion, still stood by the front door with his bag slung over his shoulder.

He figured maybe she was just eager to make dinner tonight. Their garden had been doing pretty well lately; it was Juvia's pride and joy. Often enough, he would wake up to find her out back there, picking vegetables with a sunhat perched low on top of her blue curls, working hard to keep things as they should be.

Overtime, as the flowers they planted bloomed, and trinkets added themselves to shelves, the empty house they'd moved into together became more and more like a home.

"Gray-sama!" Juvia's voice called for him again, this time sounding a lot closer.

Freshly bathed and lost in the pages of a book he'd been reading over the last few days or so, Gray flipped to the next chapter, not looking up. "Hm?"

"Gray-sama, could you please come and tell Juvia if this frosting tastes good?"

Though that certainly made him look up.

Folding the corner of the page, Gray sat up properly, nose scrunched up in question. "Frosting? What d'ya need that for?"

"Ah…" Juvia appeared in the doorway, eyes bright, smile wide. "Juvia is baking a cake!" she announced, powdered hands clasped tightly under her chin.

"A cake…?"

"A cake!"

Gray arched a brow, glancing towards the clock. "Now? At this time? Aren't you tired from today's job?"

Juvia shook her head, and to prove she was still as energetic as ever, she skipped over to him, taking his hand in hers. "It will only take a moment, Gray-sama," she said, pulling him to his feet, though with no such luck—he stayed sat down.

Amused, Gray watched her struggle for a moment—watched as the tugs on his hand became harder and her cheeks flushed crimson—before he finally gave in, closing the book with a sigh and rising to stand beside her.

"Alright, alright. You got my attention," he said as Juvia led him to the kitchen, hand loosely clasped in hers.

"Juvia is trying a new recipe."

"Oh yeah?"

"This is why she wants to hear what Gray-sama thinks," she explained, looking over her shoulder to give him a smile.

In the kitchen, everything was spotless as usual. The only thing that gave away the fact Juvia had been at work was the smell of vanilla, a sole mixing bowl, and the freshly baked sponge cake placed on the cooling rack, sweet and fluffy by the looks of it.

Gray folded his arms, tilting his head to the side to smirk at her. "So, what's the occasion?"

"Ah…occasion?" Juvia asked, distractedly mixing the contents of the bowl.

"Yeah." He took a step closer, leaning back against the counter to peer down at her through dark locks of hair. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "There's always gotta be an occasion with you…so what is it? A hundred days since we started living together or somethin'?"

Juvia's smile gave her away in an instant, as did the way her eyes suddenly lit up when she turned to look at him. "Gray-sama remembered too?"

"Nah," he admitted, smiling back. "I just know you."

Hearing his words, she blushed, her eyes growing softer. "Juvia sees."

"What I mean is…" He glanced away, passing a hand through his hair. "You're good at remembering days for this kinda stuff and I'm…not."

"In that case, Juvia can remember for the both of us," she told him, simple as that.

Gray said nothing, straightening up and dipping his hands into his pockets, ignoring that stirring in his chest—it had a habit of showing up often nowadays.

Days and months and years were just features of a calendar. He figured it'd been around three months since he and Juvia started living together. Though, a hundred days? That was just a lucky guess on his behalf. He wasn't one to keep track of such things, barely remembering any dates asides from the select few birthdays and anniversaries.

Even so, if he didn't remember when, he'd be lying like hell if he were to say he didn't remember moments spent with her in detail for all they were.

Ignoring the warmth spreading to his cheeks, he cleared his throat. "So, uh, what was that thing you wanted me to try?"

"Ah…" Juvia grabbed the mixing bowl and using a spoon, she scooped out a large amount of chocolate coloured frosting. "Juvia would just like to know Gray-sama's opinion…whether it is too sweet, not sweet enough…"

She rambled on, a light blush on her cheeks as she lifted the spoon up to Gray. "Say 'aah', Gray-sama!"

One look at the spoon and Juvia on her tiptoes with her mouth slightly open, prompting him to do the same, was all it took to remind him of a memory he already had no trouble remembering.

Frankly, it was a memory he'd tried to forget.

Gray scowled, lowering her arm away from him. "No way am I letting you feed me again after what happened last time."

His team had lost to her team after the Grand Magic Games, the penalty being to do whatever they were told. At first, he thought he'd gotten off lightly when Juvia only insisted on feeding him.

Though, that was before she friggin' shoved a massive spoon down his throat.

"Gray-sama…" Juvia puffed out her cheeks and frowned at him.

Gray folded his arms, staring her down. "No."

"Juvia was nervous last time! She promises to be more careful," she protested, flooding his mind with the image of her offering him water from her own friggin' body after the whole ordeal.

The thought made his cheeks blaze. "Like hell!"

"Gray-sama—"

"Didn't you hear me the first time? Not a chance, Juvia."

"A little bit! A spoonful won't do you any harm—"

"Don't give me that! It was just a spoonful last time too and I almost ended up friggin' choking—"

Juvia huffed, glancing off to the side. "Gray-sama is so dramatic…"

With a roll of his eyes, he reached forward, taking the spoon from her. "Why don't you just taste it then?"

"Juvia?"

"Yeah," he said, holding the spoon out to her. "Here."

"G-Gray-sama feeding Juvia?" She quickly squeezed her eyes shut, hands clasped together, mouth open—

—and felt something cold against her nose.

When she opened her eyes, Gray was laughing, hard. In all her excitement, she'd missed the mischievous glint that had been in his eyes. She touched her nose and looked down at her fingers. Frosting. He had wiped it all over her nose.

"Gray-sama! So mean!"

"Hey, you should've seen it comin'." Gray smirked at her, flicking her nose with his finger. He tasted the frosting. "Not bad," he said, before leaving the kitchen to go back to reading his book, smile still wide on his face.

v. wiping food on her nose