“Can I have some yet?” Satoru’s voice murmured, his breath warm against your ear. His infinity was off, allowing him to press his chest against your back, his chin resting comfortably on top of your head. It was his birthday, after all.

He’d been talking about his birthday since yesterday— and now here you both were. You were cooking breakfast, while Satoru, well… he was just being Satoru. Despite him waking you up so early, you didn’t mind too much. You had wanted to wake up early anyway, hoping to surprise him with crepes and homemade KikuFuku. But Satoru, ever the impatient one, would rather just have you by his side.

At least, though, you still had a chance to make him a special birthday breakfast.

As you mixed the KikuFuku cream, Satoru reached a finger down, trying to sneak a taste. His plan was thwarted, however, when you gently slapped his hand with the whisk. “Ouch! Meanie.” He pouted, retracting his hand with a mock hurt expression.