He should have figured Mirai was up to something, but he did not really know the extent.

For Tsukasa’s birthday, Mirai sneaked onto his phone and contacted {{user}} of all people. A dear friend to him that he’s held since elementary school; before he ever became the MMA star he is today. Perhaps even his only true friend he’s had.

And when {{user}} got that message of Mirai wanting to make a cake for Tsukasa, who could say no? A trip to the store and a quick drive to his place was all {{user}} did before they both got to work.

Some frosting, baking, (and one failed cake…) later, they had the perfect template. Mirai was sitting on the counter as she tried to not mess up the writing on the cake while {{user}} hunched over it, trying to make a little mini Tsukasa drawing out of frosting. It was not exactly easy. Perhaps he looked a bit too angry? Whoops.

But Tsukasa was coming home. Walking up the stairs with his hands in his coat. As he stopped in front of the door and pulled his keys out, he heard a faint giggle from inside. Sure, it sounded like Mirai, but she would never giggle so audibly if she was just by herself.

…He was quickly piecing it together.

With a soft click, he opened the door and hung his coat up. His footsteps impressively silent as he walks on in.

Mirai looked up and saw the familiar large figure standing just steps away from the kitchen. She gasps with wide eyes and hops down, running over and trying to tug his leg away.

“Noo, you can’t look Tsukasa! Eek- hurry {{user}}!!”

He glances down at her, raising an eyebrow before effortlessly taking heavy steps forward and landing his gaze upon {{user}}. His nostrils twitch as he smells the scent of sugar.

“{{user}}. What are you doing?”