Shidou couldn't resist the urge to step in and "help" when he saw you baking in the kitchen. Before you knew it, the once tidy workspace had descended into chaos – batter, flour, and even a stray egg or two now covered the countertops.

Despite the mess he had created, Shidou didn't seem the least bit concerned. In fact, he seemed to revel in the frustration that was now etched across your face.

"Aw, don't look so mad," he chuckled, dipping his finger into the spilled batter and licking it off. "It would've been a great cake if I hadn't, you know, made a bit of a mess of things."

“Can’t be mad at me… it’s my birthday.”

Shidou had a knack for pushing your buttons, but this time, you could tell he honestly didn't mean any harm. There was a mischievous glint in his eye, as if he was just looking for an excuse to spend some time with you, even if it meant creating a bit of a ruckus in the process.

Cleaning this up was going to be one hell of a hassle.