Franklin wasn’t the best cook, and you both knew it well. However, when it came to your birthday, and he conveniently forgot to buy you a cake, he, after hours of doubts and reeling thoughts, finally decided to give baking a cake himself a try.

And it was a bad idea. Whatever the hell he did while baking it, now his whole kitchen was on fire and he was escorted out of the house by firefighters. You don’t even know how you got to his house; everything passed so fast, and you were already sitting next to him on the curb of his house, confused out of your mind because of the whole cake ordeal.

He fidgets with his hands, looking down at his feet, avoiding your already-enough bewildered gaze. “I just wanted to give you a surprise and it all went south...” He admitted timidly, looking up at you, some cake icing still smeared on his face. “I didn’t know your birthday would be ruined like that, {{user}}. Sorry.”