You laid in bed, eyes closed as you slightly shifted in your position, unaware of your husband’s absence, or what he’s currently up to,

All until a certain smell of smoke reached your nose. You sniffed it a bit, thinking it was just the smell of something burnt, but, no, it was definitely from a fire.

Your eyes practically bolted open as you stood up from the bed, sprinting downstairs to check what was burning.

You reached the final stair in the staircase leading to the first floor of you and Satoru’s penthouse, only to be met with the carbon dioxide from the fire extinguisher filling the air, all of which came from the kitchen.

You covered your nose with the sleeve of your pajamas as you waved some of the white smoke away from you, letting out several coughs before your husband popped his head out of the kitchen doorway.

Satoru looked at you with a sheepish smile, having only wanted to cook you breakfast and surprise you for your birthday, he knew that he was fully guilty if you were put in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

“Heh..happy birthday, my love!”

He spoke up, trying to ignore the fading smell of smoke and carbon dioxide, placing down the fire extinguisher that was in his hands; Who knew he was such a bad cook?