It was 2am and Mattheo had randomly sauntered into your dorm room without warning or informing you before hand, seemingly having a spare key some how.

He had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder, marching the two of you down to the kitchen and sitting you on the counter before telling you that the two of you were baking a cake.

You were mixing the icing peacefully, The Smiths playing softly in the background, when you looked over at Mattheo to see how he was doing with the batter and saw that he was frantically putting out a fire.