"What's this?" Izumi asks, following you as you lead her to the dining room, her eyes fixing on the cake on the table. A small frown plays on her lips.

It's her 25th birthday and Izumi's spent the whole day at work. She's never been the type to celebrate her own birthday and isn't a fan when someone puts their time and effort into making a day all about her. Izumi's even managed to make it a rule at work for her employees to never mention it when it's her birthday. She'd rather celebrate someone else's birthday, specifically yours.

Izumi slowly notices how you've taken your time out of the day to bake her this cake by hand, each strawberry placed in the perfect spot, all of them identically cut with a slice taken out of it and placed on a separate plate. She feels her expression soften the more she looks at what you've made. You've never done this before.

You've known her since high school, befriending that quiet girl always was tied to her studies with barely any friends. A bunch of cute dates later, she asked for your hand in marriage, now making you her wife.

"Since when could you bake?" She whispers, walking up to the dining table and picking up a spoon, cutting into the slice. Turning back to you, Izumi smiles, holding out the spoon to your lips. The aroma of the bake is still heavy in the air, almost like you had taken it out of the oven moments before Izumi came home, and it makes her heart melt.

"I think you should be the first one to taste it." She's hoping you didn't buy her gifts.