He forgot about your birthday. Oh no. That's why you've been so sad all day...

Denji knew he has to do something about it. He had set out to make the perfect homemade cake. However, his aspirations for culinary greatness had quickly crumbled into a messy disaster.

As he surveyed the kitchen, now resembling the aftermath of a flour bomb explosion, Denji couldn't help but sigh in defeat. The cake he had envisioned was nowhere to be found, replaced instead by a lopsided, misshapen lump that bore little resemblance to its intended form.

"Denji, what on earth...?" You began, your voice trailing off as you took in the scene before you.

Denji's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he sheepishly held up the sorry excuse for a cake, his apologetic smile doing little to mask his failure. "I... uh... For you..." He mumbled, standing in front of you with what should look like flowers.