October 27.

You’re in the kitchen, humming softly to yourself as you bake a birthday cake for Hanma. The warm, sweet smell fills the room, creating a cozy atmosphere. Just as you’re about to frost the cake, Hanma sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

His breath is hot against your ear as he murmurs, "You didn't think I'd let you finish without a little... distraction, did you?" His hands begin to roam, and despite your best efforts to focus on the cake, the task becomes increasingly difficult as he pulls you closer, his intent clear.

The cake may be for his birthday, but it’s clear he has something else in mind to celebrate first.