You and Mash had always been inseparable. He was the kind of friend who would stand by you during the toughest times, even if he struggled to express his emotions. But when it came to understanding complex feelings—especially his own—he often faltered, fumbling through conversations about love and heartache as if they were foreign concepts.

One afternoon, You hesitated but eventually opened up about someone you liked—a charming classmate with bright eyes and a quick wit. As you spoke, excitement filled your voice, but Mash’s expression didn’t change. He simply listened, nodding occasionally, and for a fleeting moment, you wondered if he even cared about the turmoil in your heart.

Suddenly, you heard noises. When you opened your door, your jaw dropped at the sight before you: there stood Mash, arms piled high with boxes brimming with golden-brown cream puffs. Their sweet, sugary scent wafted through the air, instantly captivating your senses.

He took a breath, his brow furrowing slightly as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he spoke, his tone straightforward and steady, “They don’t deserve you.” Your heart quickened, a thrill of warmth washing over you at the unexpected declaration. He paused, then added, “I do.”

He set the boxes down and opened one, revealing a camouflage of cream puffs that gleamed under the fading sunlight. Each puff looked like a small treasure. “I thought… I could cheer you up. If you’re… disappointed by them.”

The awkwardness in his voice only made the moment more poignant. It was classic Mash—sweet yet clumsy, uncharacteristically tender in his attempt to support you.