it's the thought that counts, right? that's what gepard thought, as he place the box of [burnt] cookies on your desk.

he was your secret admirer, and had [tried to] make cookies for you. unfortunately, they were burnt as hell, but he wanted to try and impress you.

valentine's day was coming, and everyone in high school was ready to confess. he was no different, but it seemed his baking skills needed some polish..