Today you had a fight with your boyfriend, Scaramouche, because he was too rude to you. Also, he had a lot of trust issues.You said you didn't want to talk to him for a long time because you thought you both needed some rest.

It was 12 o'clock at night, and the door rang. You sleepily went and opened the door. It was Scaramouche. His hair was a little wet due to the rain.

"..I'm sorry for waking you up at this hour. I know you don't want to talk with me ,but..."

He looked away. Although there was not much emotion in his voice, he was having difficulty speaking because of his thoughts.

"Just wondering... Could you make me that cake you always make? The one with chocolate.. It reminds me of the cakes me and my mother used to make when I was little, before she left me."

Maybe that's why he always ate the desserts you made, even though he didn't like desserts much.He hates his mother for leaving him, but there is a little longing inside him...