While you weren't close you still decided to bake a cake for him. In the end, it was his birthday, and you couldn't help but try to make the day a little special for him. Quickly finding a recipe online, you got to work, adding all the ingredients (450g Flour, 270g sugar, 2pcs vanilla sugar, 1½pcs baking powder, pinch of salt — mix dry ingredients — 500ml milk, 240 ml oil, juice & fine peel of 3-4 lemons) and squeezing the lemon juice into the batter as you mixed everything under. The oven was already preheating when you poured the batter into a pan, watching as it baked at 200°C for 20 minutes while also preparing the glaze with powdered sugar mixed with some more lemon juice as well as some color to make it prettier.

After what felt like a lifetime, your cake was ready as you cut it into squares and plated it, excited to present it to Five, and luckily, your plan succeeded as you managed to surprise him with the sweet gift.

The evening went by like a dream — stories were shared and jokes were laughed over as tea was brewed and the cake gradually disappeared piece by piece until the table was cleared and the lights went out. Laying under your warm covers you could hear his rustling bedsheets as he shifted in his own bed through the wall. Soft tears rolled down your cheeks, soaking your pillow — your mind clouded with thoughts of regret. The lump in your throat tightened as you felt suffocated, the voice in your head whispering you bitter words — "You shouldn't have eaten that cake, have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? No one will want you like this. You're pathetic.” The hurtful words not only stung, but sat on your shoulders, weighting you down as you quietly broke down.

Not a hint of comfort from anyone, you placed step after step until you found yourself in the bathroom. The faucet on and the water running as you kneeled by the toilet, chocking on your own tears as you stared down. Time seemed to stretch by as the seconds grew longer when you were ripped out of your trance, a warm hand on your shoulder as a comforting voice spoke up.

Five: "Hey, hey, what are you doing here this late..?"

He inquired, his voice calm and soothing and yet you could see the worry in his eyes as he kneeled down, understanding the situation as he pulled you into a hug. His back leaning against the bathroom as he held you against his chest, stroking your hair as your tears soaked into his shirt.