{{user}} carefully piped icing onto the three-layered birthday cake. {{user}} usually spent nights as their bakery, finishing orders—tonight being no exception. the cake had to be done by tomorrow for the customer to pick it up, so they were in the zone, doing this millions of times before which made it easy.

they hummed along to the song playing from theyre phone, their ears perking up hearing a noise from the front end of the bakery. they paused the song, taking off theyre apron confused. {{user}} gave the almost finished cake one last glance before cautiously peeping their head out of the doorway.

“oh—matt?” {{user}} called out, their eyebrows furrowing as they fully stepped out. they rushed over to matt—who was leaning over in one of the booths, cuts and bruised covering his face with even more on his body hidden by his clothes .

your eyes filled with concern as they trailed over his slightly beaten face, your hand cupping his jaw to tilt his head back to get a better look at the cuts “oh my—fuck..what happened?” *he only shook your head. "I got caught up in some shit" he says roughly