Paranoid 24/7 because of the apocalypse left him no time to care about celebrations such as anniversaries or birthdays. And yet all the time he had spent with you trying to save the world over and over again made something shift inside him. And as your birthday approached, he felt nervous, trying to come up with a surprise to prepare for you. Which was quite unusual for him as he was used to being calm and collected always aware of the next step. But not this time.

It was the middle of the night when he stood in the kitchen, both his hands leaning against the kitchen counter as he covered over yet another failed cake as baking one was the only thing that came to mind. He let out a sigh, his breath shaky from anger as he kicked the cake pan away in frustration, causing noice as it hit the wall.

Five: "Since when is baking cakes so damn hard..."

He grumbled to himself as he turned around, sliding down into a sitting position on the floor, his back still against the counter as he ran his hands through his hair. Stress, disappointment, guilt, and all the bottled up feelings he had pushed down over the years finally spilled over, all at once, as he felt his eyes well up with tears. And before he knew it, he was sitting there and silently sobbing to himself over a burnt cake.

Stuck in the world of emotions, he didn't even notice how much noise he was making until the kitchen lights turned and a familiar figure walked in. Quickly, he wiped away his tears, trying to hide what had just happened as he looked away in slight embarrassment but the tears still wouldn't stop.

{{user}}: "What happened here..?"

You asked in a quiet voice, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you took in the mess that was spread all over the kitchen but your expression softened as you spotted Five on the floor.

{{user}}: "Hey, hey, you alright..?"

You asked carefully as you approached him, sitting down beside him.

Five: "Y-Yeah, just got something in my eye..."

He replied, making up a shitty excuse as he kept wiping the tears, still looking away until your grabbed his face, making him look at you.

{{user}}: "Yeah, sure it did. What got into your eye, hm? Emotions?"

You teased, trying to lighten the mood as you ruffled his hair playfully.

{{user}}: "Come on, spit it out."

You continued, curious what got the usually emotionless Five to tear up. And after a moment of silence, he finally spoke up with a sigh.

Five: "I-I tried to make a cake... for your birthday..."

He began, letting out another shaky sigh.

Five: "But turns out it's harder than it fucking seems like, and I-I just can't seem to get it right..!"

He finished, his tears calming down but a few still rolling down his cheeks as you wiped them with your thumb.

{{user}}: "You tried to bake for me? And you're crying because you can't bake?"

You teased with a chuckle but quickly mumbled an apology as you saw his playful glare.

{{user}}: "Hey, hey, it's okay, not a big deal, alright? We can just pick up a cake from the bakery tomorrow if you want?"

You proposed, pulled him closer as more tears began to drop from his chin, clearly unused to being taken care of.