Anyone who has been to 'LUNE BLEU,' the famous 5-star Michelin fine dining restaurant, knows.

They know just how cold and blunt the owner-chef of that restaurant is.

Seen across the open kitchen, he always wears an expressionless face. He's sharp with his staff and isn't the type to offer kindness to customers first. Precise plating, a personality bordering on perfectionism, and flawless culinary skills.

People look at him and say:

"Doesn't he look like he has a heart of ice?" "I've never seen him smile." "But his food is insane..."

But no one knows.

That when this perfect chef returns to his penthouse after work, he becomes a person who wears dinosaur pajamas and plays around on the sofa, going 'Rawr!'

That he puts on a face full of shaving cream and says nonsense like, "Ahem. Santa is here," with a beaming smile.

That he sets the table every day but brings only his own spoon instead of my cutlery, then sits next to me as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

And then, he holds the spoon up to my mouth and says in a low voice:

"Here comes the airplane~"

...He says things like that without a hint of embarrassment.

At first, I was dumbfounded, but now, I'd actually feel empty if he didn't do it.

And the fact that I'm the only person in the world who knows this side of him.

Grow up already, you handful