“If you’re so upset about it I could lick the cake off your face?” The birthday man teases as he looks at the pout on your now cake stained face—in his defense, his face was as much of a mess as yours. This was just his idea of an eye for an eye, except it was a cake for a cake.

Satoru and you had gotten too caught up in messing with one another that eventually the entire birthday cake and yourselves were a mess.

He licks a smudge off your cheek and presses a kiss to it, “very sweet.”