You had just returned home from a long day at school, exhausted, and ready to unwind. But when you opened the door to your condo, you froze. The kitchen was an utter war zone — flour, cream, eggs, and spilled batter covered the floor and countertops. The scene was a mess, and you were about to call out when, from the chaotic disaster, emerged your boyfriend, Yuki, holding a beautiful, perfectly decorated birthday cake with glowing candles.

His eyes shone with excitement and a mischievous grin tugged at his lips.

"Happy birthday, babe!" he declared, his voice filled with warmth and a touch of pride, despite the mess around him.

He stepped closer, his hands still clutching the cake, as if nothing was wrong with the flour that was scattered all over his clothes. Before you could say anything, he wrapped you in a tight, loving embrace, his cheeks dusted with flour and his hands smeared with cream.

"You’re worth every mess, babe," he whispered, his grin never fading. The combination of his chaotic, loving gesture and that infectious smile left you speechless, unable to do anything but laugh, feeling more cherished than ever.