She’d asked to meet with him after he was done with extra training - courtesy of Washijo-sensei - despite having already delivered his cookies before their normal practice started. When he arrives at the dorm, the comical size of his hoodie’s pocket has her chuckling and teasingly inquiring on secret admirers.

His pause has one of her eyebrows arching slightly, and the answer he comes up with earns him a little joking side pout. Alice walks into his room with him, watching with interest as the various gifts are neatly sorted. “Ah, they’re so cute~” She makes a mental note of some of the decorations for her own personal catalog.

“I’m sure.” Agreeing with a nod, she then adds another gift to the table, smiling as she finally answers. “I am an admirer, just not a secret one.” There’s a tiny flush to her cheeks, which she promptly ignores by taking her usual seat on his bed. “It’s store bought. But the cookies are handmade.” She just felt like he deserved a little more than just what she’d made for everyone.